Would Have Thought
Saturday. I got my PG&E bill for the last month yesterday in the mail and, although I was in Portland for a week during the period, I used something like 10% more energy than I had for the same period last year. Well, it was cold and I have electric heat. The bill, however, was 80% higher than November's bill, even though I was out of the apartment for one out of those four weeks. Now, I live in a one bedroom apartment and my PG&E bill isn't all that large. Friends at the office were paying ten times what I pay to heat and cool their houses (and pools), so I'm not worried if I keep the heat running, but I'm wondering if this has happened to everyone across the board? Can't see how it hasn't.
Then again it's morning and the sun is shining as in right through the eyeballs bright. No rain. Sun. I think I'll go down and sit by the lake after breakfast, after this hangover evaporates.
I take it you have more than one of those little bottles of sake you picked up at Beverages and More last night?
Yeah, but nothing too out of line. We'll see how it goes through the rest of this next week. Gotta prepare for Portland, make sure the meds are in good supply, cancel the newspapers for the time I'm away, properly pack the cameras, maybe even make a to-do list.
But we wander. Back now from a late breakfast all tuckered out from the walk. I shouldn't be all tuckered out from the walk, not that short a walk, half a mile or so at the most. Now that the chest cold has receded I'll call the doctor Monday to see if he can recommend something to knock back what seems to remain. (Sounds right, doesn't it? Check with the doctor when the cold is over, not before?) Could be the lungs made this morning's walk so long. I'll take another walk this afternoon. Hup! We are not ready to give up! Sixty is the new forty, right? Right?
Early evening. A second walk down to the morning café for a Coke and a fudge something or other brownie (notice all this comfort food?) finding myself in much better condition than I was this morning, which probably means whatever it was screwing me up earlier was contributed by the sake.
Who would have thought.