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March 25, 2020

Thirty

Wednesday. To sleep easily enough after nine-thirty to awaken then at five-forty to turn on the radio down low and listen to the five minute KPFA News and then Democracy Now! before getting up and getting ready to set out for breakfast on a what I was thinking was a cold morning under the sun wearing a mask. They say a mask is useful and so why not?

Arrived before eight, but the restaurant was open serving two take-out customers when I arrived and so back to the blocked off dining area to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers to order the chicken-apple sausage, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee. The table they've set up is smaller and lower than the regular tables, they use them on the now closed patio, and although it's a less comfortable setup, I'm thinking it's just fine.

Finished up not long after nine to take a couple of pictures of the dining area setup and then off to walk home, mindlessly snapping pictures of the usual string of flowers. Well, mindlessly. We do enjoy it, playing with backing off the exposures depending on the flower, the shadows and the sun.

Another selfie in the lobby and then up to futz with yesterday's entry before posting, catching an error of two that should have been obvious, one from way back in 2017. If this thing puts people to sleep, maybe it's because the writer is indeed himself sleeping.

Later. It's been interesting, watching some of the Vera episodes included on Britbox, to find many that I've seen before, recognizing the beginning scene in an episode, but then having no idea through the entire thing as to how it turns out, the usual who, what, why, when. Well, maybe not when. That's usually laid out in that first scene.

And so you watched Vera episodes through half the afternoon.

A bunch of them. Everything else going on in print, on television, on the web is about COVID-19 and there's only so much of that you can stand, if only because the same reported stories are repeated over and over and over again.

Evening. To bed again just after eight after checking out Midsomer Murders (what was I thinking?), setting the alarm to seven-fifteen from six-fifteen (this shelter in place is going to last for a while) and then lights out again at nine-thirty.

The photo up top was taken at the 2017 San Francisco Saint Patrick's Day Parade with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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