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September 20, 2018

Problem

Thursday. Lights out by ten and to sleep reasonably soon thereafter, awakening at six, the blood pressure doing fine. I think. Off to walk under clear skies, they're saying it will get as high as eighty degrees this afternoon, quite a bit higher than it's been in a while. Arrived at the restaurant at seven, the eyes watering.

The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, finishing the papers by eight-forty, walking home under a bright sun. A number scooters were parked by what seem to have been students at the entrance to the Lakeside school and so a picture just because.

Home to post yesterday's entry, most all of it written yesterday for a change, just needed some editing before it was done. To bed then because I was tired. Why so tired? The blood pressure wasn't particularly low, but I ended up spending something over an hour. Up now after a bath and an hour on the tablet at what is now two in the afternoon. In some sense the day has started, but at two in the afternoon?

Later. Tired, but figured maybe getting outside would clear the head up a bit and so a bus to the ATM on Broadway and then a return bus right home, but with enough time in between to allow shooting a couple of pictures of the apartment house construction sites at Valdez and 23rd.

Evening. A lie down that lasted into the early evening to finish up a couple of things on the tablet to then watch Fake Or Fortune? on PBS where they sorted out the authenticity of three portraits, this time, one of which turned out to be a fake, one of which was genuine and one of which is probably genuine, but has issues in proving its provenance. The second or third time I've watched this program now, interesting for the ability of examine painted images in some detail, not something I've done in this life. Photographs, yes, but paintings in museums not.

Managed to watch some of Happy Valley that followed at eight, enough to see they'd finally figured out that is was a policeman who'd killed his mistress and was sweating being discovered through these last episodes. Not sure what else was going on as I was still having trouble making out what they were saying through the accents. I'd blame my ears, but this so far is the only program that gives me this problem.

The 2017 San Francisco Folsom Street Fair taken with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.


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