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November 3, 2018


Saturday. Lights out by nine-thirty to awaken at five-thirty. Hmm. Be interesting to see how it goes tonight when we get another hour of sleep. Will we awaken at four-thirty? Stay awake tonight until eleven? Anyway, off to walk to breakfast on a cool, but not overly cold morning to arrive before seven, the restaurant dark but for a single light in the kitchen area, the door open. Not unusual, I turned on the lights in the dining area, sat down to read the papers and waited on the rest of the staff to arrive.

The single pork chop, scrambled eggs, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Not bad at all. Finished the papers by eight-thirty and walked back home under a bright sun, taking the usual pictures to include scooters and the speed bumps on Euclid now done and in place. One more in the lobby now without the Halloween mirror decorations. A good start to the day.

Some angst over yesterday's unusually weak journal entry but swallowed and posted. No need to go on about that.

Not even a glimmer of a chance you'd make some changes?

This has been stumbling along like this for years, doesn't look like we'll make any changes before it or I reach our end.

Later. A walk over to the lake to at least get some sun, taking a camera along in the backpack to walk the short distance from my apartment to the shore. Silly, really, the likelyhood of having someone spot it and steal in on this short stretch is very low and I take it out with some confidence at the lake as there are many people about and someone attempting theft in that environment is low. I think. I could well be wrong, but whatever PSTD gets me paranoid on a sidewalk goes away when I'm in something of a crowd.

Ran into Ms. R under the white column pergola, haven't seen or talked with her now in years. Nice. No open benches and so back to the apartment to watch some football (for maybe ten minutes) and then to the tablet again.

The tablet again and again and again in reading this damned thing.

Seems to be, but then I suspect it's not all that different than others who are retired (and who's brains are a bit fried).

Evening. Set the watch back an hour, left the bedside clock on daylight time, we'll fumble with changing it along with the others tomorrow. Lasted long enough to turn the lights out at ten-thirty.

The 2016 Fruitvale Dia de los Muertos Festival taken with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.