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May 18, 2017


Thursday. Lights out again before ten to get what I guess was a good night's sleep, awakening at ten minutes to six in time to listen to the KPFA five minute news and then the first half of Democracy Now! as I got ready to leave for breakfast. I heard a car pull up in front of the apartment house front door as I was descending the stairs and the thump of the East Bay Times being delivered, so we were able to set out with all three papers in tow, the sun coming up over the eastern hills as I was walking.

The oatmeal, toast, fruit cup and coffee again for breakfast. Seemed right, didn't want anything else. Finished the papers and walked back to the apartment under a bright sun and decent temperature. They're saying warmer and warmer as we reach the weekend. Lets hope it holds for the Carnaval Parade that's scheduled for the weekend after.

There's a package due in the middle of the day that I'd need to sign for and a “Third Thursday” event being held in Latham Square starting at five. I won't go if I were to be honest, but you never know. Asteroids and earthquakes, for example, do rattle the earth every now and again.

Later. The package containing an external hard drive arrived before noon and so there was no excuse to put off clearing and cleaning the computer area, the area under the desk inhabited by a nest of power cords and cables. And dust. Embarrassing, the dust.

Took maybe an hour or more, but the new drive is now connected and data has been moved around to make photo life easier. If I would spend an hour continuing this every day for say a week, maybe less, the computer corner would be unrecognizable wonderful. I'd know where things were and crap no longer of use would be gone, no longer taking up space.

Babble on.

Just musing. No thought to suggest I'd do it. Every day for a week.

Evening. Piddled along until eight to check out both the Inspector Lynley Mysteries episode and Charlie Rose, surprisingly getting hooked by the Rose interview with Admiral Mike Mullen and watching it for its first half hour before returning to the Lynley episode, having my usual trouble understanding their accents, but watching it then for another half hour before bailing. Evidently no interest in finding out who done it, but found the story line of interest with or without my trouble hearing and cutting through the accents.

The photo up top was taken at the How Weird Street Faire in San Francisco with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.