Tuesday. Primary day in New Hampshire. Everybody suspects how it's going to go, but it will be interesting to hear and see. I suspect whomever it is we choose as president is going to make a really big difference to all of our lives in the not too distant future and I'd like to tell you who to vote for, who it is that's going to save our collective asses, but I don't know. I have suspicions. I have hopes one or another will work out just fine, but there are no guarantees in this world. Look at what's happened to us in the last seven years, Lord help us with this last year remaining.
A cheery note.
Yesterday was sunny all day. I did some walking for the first time in weeks. Today it's supposed to rain. Yes, yes, we need the rain, we're still way behind our precipitation needs for the year, but I'm thinking a solid week in the seventies sitting on a beach, even if it requires a plane ticket, might cheer me up better than sex with Ms. Right on a circular bed in a hotel with twenty-four hour room service.
What would you do if you were to actually find yourself with Ms. Right in that very hotel.
Whatever she'd like as long as I don't have to chase her around the bed and get all tuckered out.
I finally went by the hospital this morning around seven (when the parking is easy and there are no lines) and got my monthly blood test (only a month or so late) where they check to see that my blood thinner is on the mark. Not good to let it drift too far so when you get a cut all your blood runs out. A pain, but they say it keeps people kicking when they choose to take it and not kicking when they don't. Too obtuse? Probably, I just take the little pills and go in for a blood test once a month. I'm done for this month.
Had breakfast at the hospital, came home and took a nap. It's now eleven and it's raining. Raining, raining, raining. They say partly cloudy tomorrow, rain on Thursday, then partly cloudy the rest of the week with sun forecast for the entire week following. Sun for a week will get me in a good mood to head north to Portland, I'm sure, and I'm equally sure Portland will be sun drenched until March. I'm predicting this. Wishing will make it true! Or have I been cooped up inside this apartment for too long. Could it be my seams have all come loose?
At a minimum you're drifting.
Back from lunch. Raining, the apartment warm, the head fucked up, but normal fucked up, not chest cold on top of it fucked up. The chest cold incrementally better. Day by day incrementally better.
A note: I mentioned a lens that arrived yesterday. I haven't done anything with it, but here are a couple of photographs taken yesterday in a fairly desultory manner as I staggered around with this chest cold.