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November 19, 2013

To, Well, Sleep
Tuesday. To bed late again, watching DCI Banks, another British detective catch the serial killer program that came on after Scott & Bailey. Have we collectively entered into a serial killer decade of cops and robbers programs? Serial killing as common as shop lifting? We may not know where we're going or what we're doing, but we're predictable in our confusion. Such is life. Around here, anyway.

Up easily enough with the alarm to head off to breakfast and back on an overcast morning under the slightest bit of intermittent rain. They're saying it will last through Thursday so we'll see how that plays out if we're not able to get out for a walk 'til then. It will take real water to keep me inside.

Later. Clear headed, feeling good, a walk in the cold (with just a drop or two of rain now and again) to the lake to take one or two pictures. The birds looked cold, the Mallards (all seventeen of them) were congregated at the white column end of the lake and there were not all that many people out walking and running.

Back to the apartment. I'd been wearing a t-shirt, the long sleeved mock, a sweater and a light jacket. They worked, I was warm enough not to think about it, but it has indeed been getting colder to the point I've recently entertained the idea of turning on the heat this last week.

It is after all November.

But in California. This weekend they were putting up the fencing, sign-age and such for the Christmas tree lot under the Highway 580 overpass by Splash Pad Park so we are indeed entering the holiday season. When's the last time I had a tree? Two decades? More? No room in the living room at the moment, but that could be resolved. It won't happen, but an odd thought to have had the thought at all.

Later still. A nap that lasted a good hour, up now feeling just fine. If I can do this every day, awaken clear headed, take a nap later and then get up clear headed again, turn it into a routine, well, that would be nice. No dragging in between. Then again a visit from the Ice Cream Goddess each and every early afternoon would be nice too - strawberry or chocolate? - but we won't hold our breath until it happens.

Until Amazon rolls out their Haagen-Dazs same day delivery service later this year.

I suspect they'll use delivery trucks rather than scantily clad goddesses with an ice cream scoop in one hand and me in the other.

Later even still. It has been raining, not hard, but raining and we're not going outside, let alone downtown or to lunch at the morning café. A bowl of grape nuts instead, a safe thing to eat after a waffle with fruit for breakfast. No ice cream, with or without a goddess.

Arcade Fire's Reflektor playing in the background. I still occasionally buy an album (well, a CD) when the mood and a properly targeted ad come together on the web. Crossroads 2013 and one of other are due to arrive today and I do occasionally play them, but nowhere near the number of times I once played them in the past. Reflektor doesn't have a track that stands out or me, but it's not bad. Something traditional to do during the holidays on a rainy day.

No Christmas carols?

I've got a David Bowie album coming to cover that.

Evening. Nothing on television. Spent time with the guitar, but not quite enough time to consider it finished. Close, but better to do more.


And so to bed to, well, sleep.

The photo up top was taken recently by Lake Merritt with a Nikon D4 mounted with an 135mm f/2.0 DC Nikkor lens.