Before I Set Out
Thursday. My guess is I'll drive back to Oakland tomorrow, Friday, checking the various passes on Highway 5 for snow in the morning before I leave and, if they're clear, just drive until I arrive. Ms. Emmy will love spending another fourteen hours (or twelve hours, hard to say) in the car and so, my friends, will I. So will I.
The head has been morphing into something else, I just can't tell whether it's getting better or worse. The upper palate and teeth, as I've mentioned, have gotten better over time, but the sinuses are, I don't know, changing. There are periods of disorientation when I get up. Is that a product of the sinus condition clearing or getting worse? Not good, but not good as a phase moving toward healing or not good moving to, well, something else? My goodness, I guess we're all going to find out.
They have a big pet store next to the Winco market just down the way and they carry many things my local store in Oakland doesn't including electrically heated sleeping pads for cats (and dogs and rats). So I bought two of them, one for Ms. Emmy, because I know she'll like it when she gets home and one for old Mr. Cat here at the house. You can't just leave them on when nobody's around in case they catch fire (it says in the instructions), but I've plugged old Mr. Cat's pad in for the recommended two hour test and then we'll see if he likes it. I won't leave it plugged in while the family isn't here but if he likes it he'll like it just as well when they get back. And maybe he won't be insistent about climbing up on my lap when I need to be cat free so I can get up and pour myself another shot of Old Verisimilitude now and again in the evenings to keep the rats firmly caged inside the walls as I ease myself into the evening.
Early afternoon, the young lady has come by to pick up Ozzie for his walk (boy was he happy to see her!) and I am thinking am I really up for the drive tomorrow? Maybe I'll put it off for another day, see how this head evolves although I suspect I'll just pack later and go.
Later. Well, let's say I leave Saturday. Less traffic? Maybe. More I'm feeling like shit and I'd like another good night's sleep before I set out than anything else.