Unto Outer Space
Interesting, wasted in the morning and early afternoon, feeling much better as the evening approaches. I wonder if the wasted feeling really might go away once I've had this hiatal hernia fixed? Deep down I doubt it, but why mornings, why always mornings and not afternoons? Hi, ho, One day we'll know - ho, ho - I have a meeting with the surgeon on Thursday.
Nauseating (my son), nauseating.
I've been thinking through the automobile thing and I think I've decided to buy the Element tomorrow. I should then be hot to take it in hand, right? Is it not a bad sign you can't think of anything much other than a drive up to Napa and taking it into work once a week?
Jesus, you'd think you were getting married or something.
I learn many things as I grow older. Many of them over and over. Short term memory loss, of course, the downside of all that broccoli I ate as a kid. They warned me - mother, father, Hunter Thompson - about the broccoli, but I paid them no attention. Steamed, raw, cheddar cheese on top, I was hopeless. The mind can withstand green leafy vegetables for only so long before it wanders out into the desert looking for a proper breakfast. So I'll assume this anti-car attitude of mine is a hoax and the minute I turn the key in my new metal box that life will be wonderful.
I am, of course, kidding. There are places I'll take this thing once I have it in hand. Pack the cameras, go places. And if it doesn't work out? Well, MSM has the right idea. You sell the sucker and you get along: Beyond Oakland, beyond Napa (my son), even unto outer space.