Wednesday. Lights out at ten, fine, but then awakening twice, the second time having trouble getting back to sleep to the point I turned on the light and dialed into Twitter on the tablet to find a series of tweets about a shooting that had occurred downtown late yesterday afternoon where a sixteen year old girl had been killed and three others wounded, the location Franklin at 13th Street, a corner I've walked by many, many times. Hmm. Just a downtown late afternoon when some (they're saying were kids) had started shooting. Bullets along my stretch of Broadway. Not for the first time, unfortunately.

OK, so we think about it. Lights out, but a good hour or so of not being able to get back to sleep between three and four in the morning to then awaken at six on the dot, the body remembering it was time to get up. I suspect we'll now be needing a nap sooner than later.

Anyway, a sunny morning walk to breakfast, an even sunnier morning walk back to the apartment to wrestle with yesterday's entry before posting. I need to go out and get a small box to send the two batteries to Nikon for replacement, they've already sent a prepaid label by email, and so that's about it for whatever's on the day's schedule. That and I now suspect a nap.

Later. The process of boxing up two small batteries to send to Nikon for replacement took longer than I'd imagined, took longer than anyone might have imagined, I'd guess. I did find a box reasonably close to the right size here in the apartment, although I'm going to skip the grief and go by a UPS shop the next time I need a box and buy one. Too much grief. Then printing out the prepaid label and the cover letter required even more time, cleaning the printer heads and such, something that must have taken close to an hour.

Sounds more like you didn't know what you were doing.

I've cleaned my share of printer heads, but there was a collision of unusual steps that caused it all to drag. Still, the deed is done, it's now two o'clock and the package has been delivered to UPS. I did try for a nap, but sleep didn't come. We'll deal with that later or, more likely, it will deal with me later when the mood decides to strike.

Later still. A walk to the 7-11 look-alike for two large bottles of Diet Coke and a pint of strawberry ice cream, consuming the ice cream when I got home. Turned out not to be a good plan.

Ended up lying down about an hour after eating the ice cream, forgetting the last time (I now later seem to recall) I'd eaten a pint had brought on or aided in bringing on an ocular migraine, which, in now looking back, this indeed did. Again.

Went to sleep in an ocular fog around six to awaken at midnight, to get up (noticing the computer in the living room work area was still running), took a leak, shed the long sleeve shirt and pants I was still wearning and got back between the sheets this time and conked out until six. Hmm. We live, we obviously don't learn.