Life In America
Breakfast at the usual place down past the theater, intermittent rain. Raining like crazy last night, though. Wuss woke me up wanting to be fed around 4:30. Get up, take a pee, shut the bedroom door, Wuss in the kitchen waiting expectantly, wondering for the fiftieth time in a row why I'm not out there opening one of those magic little cans I keep in the cupboard as I go back to bed. Nobody needs to get out of bed at 4:30 in the morning, not even people who need to get out of bed at 4:30 in the morning.
I spend a couple of hours in the office after breakfast backing up personal data onto CD's and sent some email to friends to let them know I was looking for another job. A beginning. Gotta start somewhere.
I was saying I might try a stir fry or two here on the weekends. I say a lot of things. Eat breakfast wherever and then finish the day's meals in the late afternoon with a stir fry dish of some kind. I did prepare one or two in Roseburg and Portland, the first I've done in two or three years. Long enough ago I replaced all of the various components - Oyster sauce, Hoisin sauce, Sesame Oil, Peanut Oil and the rest - before I went on the trip lest I poison anybody, so there's a fresh set in the cupboard. So it's late afternoon, a half pound of salmon and a bunch of carrots, mushrooms, green onions and bean sprouts later. I say good. A walk to the local store for the salmon and vegetables, some ginger and garlic, and a couple of scrub pads now that I'm actually using the kitchen. Pretty good. I probably won't do it again, ever. I haven't the vaguest idea what drives any of my decisions.
Tomorrow morning the urologist's office to go over the PSA test results. What do you guess I'm looking at another biopsy? Another facet of losing your job and your health insurance. This has not been a good year. Life in America.