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November 9, 2019

Habits

Saturday. To bed after eight, lights out and radio off by nine-thirty to awaken with the alarm at six-fifteen. A decent night's sleep I'd guess, getting up with the alarm, although getting up with the alarm meant hurrying more than I'd have liked, awakening slowly, thinking maybe I'd drive. Out the door with the sensibilities finally coming together and so a walk on a foggy morning to breakfast, arriving before the waitresses and so entering the unlocked dining area door to turn on the lights and settle in with the papers. So far, so good, hurried or not.

The bacon and avocado omelet, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Left out the cheese this time. No bad effects from the earlier breakfast when I'd added the cheese, but I didn't think it particularly added to the taste and a slice of American cheese isn't really food. He said with some confidence.

Don't go off the rails here. Not this early anyway.

Took more time with the papers, not really sure why as there wasn't really much I wasn't aware of from yesterday, but finished up after nine to walk home, the day still foggy, the sun due by noon, the high temperature for the day expected to be in the mid sixties. A bicyclist at the 580 Overpass light, a line of Lyft scooters by the lake and I was home to take the selfie in the lobby and settle in with yesterday's entry.

It takes time for the eyes to get their act together after spending two hours over the papers at breakfast and I suspect it takes some time to get the head around cleaning up the copy here, time I don't have or take when I get home in the mornings.

No excuses.

It is an explanation. Embarrassing to go back and stumble over your own words when reading. What was this person thinking?

Later. Another “tired” late morning and afternoon, spending an hour or so lying down and zoning out and watching (more glancing at now and again) two football games on television. Cleaned up the various empty boxes associated with the new monitor, folded the socks and that was more than enough, crapping out after adding this.

Boo-hoo-hoo!

Just the way it's gone. Not unusual, this falling down tired in the late mornings and through the afternoons, but it would be nice if it decided to become less usual than it has become.

Evening. The blood pressure seems to be behaving. Nothing on television I wanted to watch and so to bed early again around eight. Finished up a movie I'd been watching on the tablet, saying the hell with it and skipping the last ten minutes. I'm wondering how the Netflix and Prime algorithms have decided what it is I like to watch, if my choices are far different than the choices given to others based on their viewing habits?

The 2014 Oakland Museum Dia de los Muertos Celebration taken with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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