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November 21, 2021


Sunday. To sleep at a decent hour to awaken at five-fifty to get up and take the blood pressure to find it OK, listen to the news on the radio until seven and then get up and drive to breakfast, parking in the slot closest to the restaurant and entering the indoor dining area to turn on the lights and start on the Sunday papers.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee, finishing up after nine to walk to the car and drive straight home to take the selfie in the lobby, enter the apartment before being told in no uncertain terms I needed to drop everything and get to the bathroom right then. Which I did. Again, the body putting it off until it was convenient to go. Dare we hope this is what will be happening in the future?

It's bad enough all the descriptions of what you're doing are the same every day/week/month/year out, but do you have to obsess on this bathroom thing?

If we're going to be nuts, might as well just be all out nuts, I'm thinking.

Settled in at the computer, finished and posted yesterday's entry, processed the mornings few pictures and started here at not long after ten. Now thinking what to do with the rest of my day.

Later. A walk halfway down the hill to check out the lake area along Grand, decided I'd return to the apartment, but then set out again two hours later to take a quick walk to the white column pergola, take a couple snapshots of two of the drummers and then return after repacking the camera in the backpack and so missing the deluge of motorcyclists who ran down Grand as I stood at the crosswalk, three of the motorcyclists turning off Grand and onto the sidewalk coming within a couple of feet of where I was standing at speed. Police all over the place, but no time or way to pull any of them over before they were gone. Weird.

Watched quite a bit of the Raiders-Bengals game, charged the camera batteries and avoided the tablet after having watched what is now a string of not very pleasing programs. Don't know if “not very pleasing“ is just me or if others experience periods with similar reactions.

Evening. Nothing on television again and so to bed by eight, lights out before ten, to sleep not all that long after.

The photo up top was taken in May 2015 at the San Francisco Carnaval Parade with a Nikon D4s mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.