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March 11, 2017


Sunday. I did set the time an hour ahead before bed and then turned the lights out not long after nine, old time, to awaken at seven, new time, and drive to breakfast on a foggy morning at seven thirty. OK, so far, so good. The eggs Benedict, country potatoes and coffee for breakfast over the papers to then drive home after taking the usual two pictures. A little tired, but we're always a little tired anymore, some thought to attend an International Working Women's Day March in the Fruitvale district at noon, being held near the Fruitvale BART station. Can't say they've been positive thoughts, thoughts to get me to actually go, but you (I) never know until the time rolls around.

Still foggy and so, if not pictures in Fruitvale, then what? A pound or so below the one-fifty target on the scale this morning, the alimentary canal still more liquid than good health would suggest, and so maybe watch what we eat later. Otherwise what?

Do you really care?

As long as the day trips along relatively smoothly, as they usually will, I suspect not.

Later. Twelve o'clock. Turns out The International Working Women's Day March is scheduled for two, but I'm sure I won't get it together to go as it's now approaching four and so out the door and over to the lake to at least say I'd gotten out of the apartment. Bright sun, warm up into the upper sixties and so lots of people about with the drummers circle going full tilt.

Felt a bit tired for what was a brief walk and so we'll have another talk with self about exercise. My sister is, for example, doubling down on her swimming. I'm finding this not getting out much anymore just a bit scarier and so I may pay some attention. Might.

I'd watched Tiger Woods play the final round of the gold tournament on channel 11 before leaving for the lake. Don't remember the name of the tournament, but enjoyed watching Tiger play, finishing one stroke back and tied for second. I've never particularly followed golf, didn't play but a bit when I was in high school, but found the idea of Tiger coming back well worth watching.

Evening. The usual routine. Watched the two episodes of Elementary, if only because nothing else appealed, before retiring to bed to finish the last two episodes of a four episode Netflix thing set in England, finishing up at close to ten in this spring forward Daylight Savings ordeal. Adjustment will take some time. A week do you think?

Waiting in the dentist's office this morning taken with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 24-120mm f 4.0 VR Nikkor lens.