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September 4, 2019


Wednesday. Awoke at two minutes before the alarm was due to sound at six-thirteen. OK, a decent night's sleep? Not all that bright and chipper was the thought, taking the blood pressure first thing: 114/67. OK, not bad. I guess.

Out the door under a partly cloudy sky, the temperature OK, arriving before seven to find the restaurant just then opening and so settled in at “my” table and started on the papers. Tired on the walk, as I'm often tired on the walk to breakfast, the head clearing after sitting at the table. Who knows what any of it means.

Ordered the two strips of bacon, eggs over medium, country potatoes, toast, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast, the weight exactly on the target of 150 on the scale this morning, not that that had anything to do with what I had for breakfast.

Finished up by eight-thirty to walk home taking the usual set of pictures to include the scooter waiting on the light under the 580 Overpass and the construction site above the sidewalk near the bottom of my hill and the (what?) selfie in the apartment house lobby.

Not nearly as tired as I was walking to breakfast, but a bit buzzed, which went away once I settled in at the computer. I need to go by the Broadway ATM later and maybe get that flu shot at Wallgreens now that it's September, be curious as to how that turns out. The blood pressure 129/101 when I got home. Maybe take it again now that writing this is done. (105/60)

How accurate is your blood pressure meter?

I have no idea.

Later. A bus to the ATM on Broadway to see, when exiting the bank, a return bus approaching on the other side of the road, the light turning red at the last minute to stop the bus and allow me to cross and catch it when the light changed. So much for walking on to get the flu shot, but it gives me an excuse to get out of the apartment tomorrow. No walking on the trip to the bank, but these things do happen as often as not.

Evening. Still following the blood pressure, 124/82 at three in the afternoon, 126/72 at eight in the evening. Nothing on television. Checked out Midsomer Murders at eight on PBS, decided it wasn't for me and so to bed by eight-thirty to turn out the lights at nine, listening to the last inning of the Giants game on the radio before turning the radio off earlier than usual this day.

The photo up top was taken at the 2016 Oakland Chinatown StreetFest with a Nikon D5 mounted with a 70-200mm f 2.8 VR II Nikkor lens.