Has Gone Right
Tuesday. Overcast. They say rain today and it looks like it outside, so maybe a day for more progress on this living room project. Back from breakfast and the papers, the lungs acting up with a bit of a cough, but progress has been made these last four days. Three more days to finish this set of pills the doctor prescribed to hammer whatever it is that has these lungs mixed up. Allergies he thinks. First time I've had an allergic reaction to anything, makes you wonder if living near freeways, living near a port facility, living in an (infested? chemically treated? asbestos infused?) apartment has taken its toll.
Well, reading the blurb that came with the prescription, they're designed to knock back the reaction (symptoms) and, I would assume, once knocked back, they don't come back? Treat the symptoms? Still, they do seem to be having an effect and it won't take long now to know.
I put the table in place last night, moved things around and freed up more space, but there's much left to be done before it's finished. The soft box and the strobe lights and such need to be packed (I've had that soft box up and assembled now for three years without having used it) into their respective cases. They all have carrying cases, they all have places they should be stored, but again, this is a new leaf and I'm ready for, well, whatever people who live in tidy places find worth the effort. Or something like that. I'm not really that far gone. It's early, the brain has yet to start.
The picture shows a bit of a celebration last night. The candles lit. I don't light them often enough, but lighting them is an upbeat sign. T-lights combined with two glasses of (cheap, but tasty) Merlot made for a good evening. I got to bed early with a pleasant buzz; got to sleep early, maybe not good; got up really early, but said the hell with it; decided to take a hot bath, end of the month or not. Set out finally for breakfast when the first two of my newspapers arrived. Poor old Tribune, always last to be delivered, waiting for me on the doorstep when I got home. Such are mornings in Oakland.
Later. Indeed, rain, so a nap, read the Tribune, get in line downstairs to do the laundry, start futzing with this living room rearrangement project. The interest seems to be building as the morning goes along. Getting to bed early and then up early evidently isn't the best way to get all your sleep, but the short nap, the cold slap (of actually heading down to do the laundry before it's absolutely necessary) is quite bracing. Gets you going. That and babbling encouragement: Hup! Hup! Hup!
Later still. Rain. Rain all day, they're saying rain tomorrow. The laundry is still churning but close to done. Still, I've packed the lights, put away tripods, broken down and packed the soft box. (Amazing to see how much you can forget about how they go together, how they come apart.) I'll check for the manual tomorrow which may lead to straightening up the shelves where I keep the manuals in the bedroom. Sobering thought. The manuals in the bedroom. Still, things are looking up, the living room is larger, nicer, making progress. I wonder if I should move that hat rack out of sight? No complaints, the day has gone right.