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March 30, 2013

Saturday. To bed before ten, but up after turning off the alarm well over an hour later at seven-thirty, off to breakfast and back without too much effort. I was obviously tired for whatever reason. Best to get used to “for whatever reason”, it seems to be a new resident.

Face it. You'd have been a terrible doctor.

Particularly not having gone to medical school. Diagnostics, as we've all unfortunately discovered, are difficult enough for graduates.

Anyway, felt tired when I got back, laid down for a while to see if that wouldn't fix it before taking more time than usual to edit yesterday's sparkling entry. Overcast out there, they're saying a seventy percent chance of rain, the same tomorrow, but with an added “chance of thunderstorms”. I don't take pictures in thunderstorms. Not out in the middle of one, anyway. Water can be bad for a camera.

Later. A bit of sun out there as I was walking along to lunch, through the farmers market (quite crowded, no pictures) deciding on a grilled cheese sandwich (Swiss, this time), ice cream and coffee. Finishing up there was a bus coming, so a bus back to the apartment, no thought to stay on and ride downtown. What would I do downtown? I'd already had more than enough coffee.

So we'll see. I found myself moving things around in the living room last night, putting things in better order. I have a similar urge at the moment. We'll see if we can't wait it out, but if not, no harm done, maybe we'll do some needed straightening up. You never know. I never know, life is an experiment.

Later still. A nap, awakening with some of the usual disorientation that took maybe thirty minutes to straighten out. For whatever reason. Maybe that grilled cheese sandwich or the phase of the moon.

Evening. I've been taking it slowly. The six o'clock Italian (done in German) police procedural I've seen before, the Korean thing I've been occasionally checking is obviously hazardous to your mental health and House is House, something not without its own pain and sorrow. I've been playing a recent Stephen Stills compilation in the background through much of this, the earlier stuff. The evening progresses.

The photo up top was taken at the Saint Patrick's Day Parade with a Nikon D4 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.