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After a week of weather, followed by a week of... jury duty, I could finally get back to this thing called "Retirement." And a lovely thing it is! I still look in the mirror sometimes, only to see the reflection of a laughing fool- no superiors, no deadlines, no responsibilities other than to myself... and it only took seventy years!
I started jumping on various trains on our MUNI (commuter train) system, riding to The Last Stop- no, I have neither the talent nor intention of doing a San Francisco equivalent, but it felt great getting out and hitting the pavement under an unusually warm January sun- even for NorCal. I started casually exploring great swaths of the city I was not all that familiar with, camera and cigar in hand- and it felt... great! Walking about the outer environs of what is still (ironically) perhaps America's most beautiful city- despite the mortal wound still festering in its downtown. And thinking myself still the thirty year old I long since ceased to be, I proceeded to walk hour after hour, hill after hill, until I felt a stiffness in my left knee- which turned into a discernible limp by the time I got home. Blew out my knee in just two days! Swollen, stiff with (thankfully) minor pain, I figured a good week before back to normal- that was two weeks ago. Revised prognosis- a good month, month and a half... Particularly taking into account, that I've also been documenting a protest or two (at somewhat lower speed) in the interim, with more to come- the one and only good thing about Trump, increased protest photo-ops...
Moderation- the new North Star!
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