Of The Rainbow
Wednesday. One effect of the sinus-head thing is an ongoing concern with the, um, adequacy of the writing: subject matter and technical quality. I talk about “clear headedness” in an abstract, applies to age and condition sense, but I'm guessing it really relates to this ongoing always to some degree active sinus-head ailment. I take a pill for it twice a day to manage the “pain”, but it's not really pain. It's in the way, yes, and it indeed exists somewhere on that very wide line that constitutes the pain calculus, but we're not talking overly “ouch!” here or anything too serious. But it does get in the way. Or have I mentioned that? Anyway, the pills do have some effect and I shouldn't forget to take them.
If I miss a second dose after eight hours, skip it at two in the afternoon, for example, having dropped the first at six when I get up, the whole “clear headedness” will deteriorate, the weasels will start scurrying about in the walls and I'll get into bad thoughts (and bad writing) before saying, hey (light bulb lighting), take the fucking pill. Alcohol has a similar effect, but it has its own “clear headed” issues, many of which you may be familiar with. So maybe I need to lay it to rest and get on with it (How many times have I said that? Why do I write it down?), this mid-day of the week, this second complete week in the month of August, here in Oakland.
Then again, another good night's sleep in that I got to bed early and up early, but with enough hours in between. Maybe a nap later, maybe not, let the day decide. Breakfast at the usual place (with the business breakfast club jabbering in the background), a waffle, mixed fruit and coffee over my three newspapers: the Times, Chronicle and Oakland Tribune. Good: the day clear, the sun shining (the birds, what few are left, out there singing somewhere). Another day at the end of the rainbow.
So, today: we find out what's happening with the computer in the shop and I get that book out the door to my sister. The camera needs another couple of days for Nikon to evaluate, based on prior experience, and then I'll know how far all this is going to put me underwater. No complaints. Land's End tells me I have some t-shirts coming and they've painlessly billed the transaction to my credit card, how could there be a problem?
Later. A walk around and about, checking with the computer shop (they say late tomorrow), not much of a walk, really, but enough for a Wednesday I've decided. Maybe something later, it's early yet, perhaps I can convince myself I need to go downtown and replenish the vitamins I ran out of this weekend, maybe drive over to Berkeley to have the car washed and the tank filled. I should find something closer to home for that, but I haven't. Not that I'm surprised.
So again, the day good, the me good, the week stumbling along. Something more needs to come up, I suspect, or, apart from the pills, the weasels will wake again in the walls, the dialogue will deteriorate and photographs will evaporate like my brain on a hot summer day, holding out here at the end of the rainbow.