I hadn't eaten all day and as afternoon wore on into evening I felt I "should" eat. So I set out on foot for the restaurant row by the subway station. While on my way there though, my attention was diverted by the sight of the waxing-gibbous Moon, and I took a bunch of shots. And by the time I got to my intended destination I found I wasn't hungry after all. I came back home, had a few cookies and a beer a little while later, and that was it.
Oh, and I tripped and fell on the way back. It was just a "light" fall, and all that happened was bruised knees and a scraped palm, but what the heck, I haven't fallen in many many years. In fact, the last time I remember falling was back in October, 2015, when I fell off my kickboard, faceplanted the sidewalk and broke a tooth.
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