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November 11, 2014

Twice Or Thrice

Tuesday. To bed and to sleep at a decent hour, awakening once during the night and then waking up a good thirty minutes before the alarm was due to go off. Took my time getting the head together and getting dressed, off to breakfast on what appeared to be a clear morning, the sun shining on the drive back home, but now realizing there's quite a few clouds up there all grey and nasty. I assume they'll clear up.

Let's see: gas prices down another two cents. The regular gas price sign blank, but plus and premium have dropped two cents overnight. Not that this makes any difference in my day, other than getting me to cross the street and take a picture to document the fact. No rational reason, just, you know, habit.

Like a pig in shit?

I'm not sure that's how I would have phrased it.

Later. A lie down and rest for an hour, listening to the radio for about half that time. Up to put on a sweater and a jacket to take pictures over at the construction site. Overcast grey clouds, but with breaks letting through some sun. A fall day that finally feels like a fall day.

They were clearing out the metal supports they'd used in what I'm calling the garage entrance across from my street and finishing the installation of the various pipes, rebar and wires that will soon be buried in cement. Still surprised at how much cement is required.

Back to the apartment. Cold out there. Maybe wait for a while for the sun to decide on its role for the day before heading out. Where to go I don't know, but something will usually come up.

Later still. Watched one or two things on the tablet while lying in bed. Tired. Still tired. All the time tired. We'll talk with the pulmonary doctor who's appointment is coming up. I'll do another sleep test if he thinks that makes sense. Aching sinuses and feeling tired. They work together. Be nice for life if I/we could figure it out.

I did get out the door, camera in tow, t-shirt with a light jacket in the sun, the sky clearer. Crossed Grand over to the lake and then turned right around and went back to the apartment. Not hungry, nowhere I wanted to go. Seems we're on a streak.

Listening to the news while writing this. Maybe listen to the new Pink Floyd album again, see if it still holds up. Hup!

And that's it?

It will all eventually change. I think. Change comes. Even for the dim bulbs who tend to put it off until it all blows up.

That seems to be the way you've made your changes in the past. Leap into the dark? Leap into the light?

Evening. Another section of apartment construction photographs up on HereInOakland and artandlife. They aren't very good as photographs go, but I suspect they give some idea of what progress was made at the end of October through first of this month. What the hell. They're up. No time for complaints.

A slow day evolves into a reasonably clear headed night. Not so clear headed as to write (coherently), but I suspect that's now gone and not coming back without effort on my part. One perhaps saving thing about becoming fuzzy headed: written clarity stops mattering much.

Nothing on television so we'll get into something on the tablet again, turn the lights out by ten, get up in the night once or twice (or thrice).

The photo up top was taken at the Fruitvale Dia Del Los Muertos Festival with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f/2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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