Monday. I wonder if sake can be hallucinogenic. Last night, after the sake equivalent of two glass of wine, sitting watching something on television, I clicked into another universe that blurred the edges in ways I haven't seen before. Well, actually, once before a couple of months ago drinking two glasses of the same sake. A trip to bed, an hour's nap and all was well, but this thing having happened twice now has gotten me to thinking about the future. Less sake or more never before experienced trips to wherever it was I was? Trips like these are alluded to on lists of things to watch for, if my memory is correct.
Lunch today with the old office crew at a favored sushi place.
Later. A dozen of us for lunch at Ginza near Jack London Square, a walk back to the apartment feeling pretty good, not tired after a brisk forty-five minute walk. Back now in a wet t-shirt, the day still overcast at two in the afternoon.
And what did everyone talk about?
Oh, the usual stuff with one exception: a coworker we've known for some time came home last night and discovered his wife lying dead at the age of forty of a stroke in their bathroom. So, returning from lunch, I phoned my cardiologist's nurse and left her a message.
Later still. Explained the circumstances to the nurse, who will relay the information to the doctor and call me tomorrow. How to describe sitting back in a lounge chair with the TV and DVD remotes beside me knowing what they were for, but wondering if by using one or the other I could, you know, change reality with a click on the clicker? Something you might find yourself thinking in a dream? Anything to worry about, doctor? Sitting up here in Oakland after a couple of flasks of grocery store sake? Doctor? Doctor?
Otherwise a good day, the sinuses and upper palate acting up and adding to the mix, but a good day none the less. Every day is a good day when you can sit and happily watch the sun go down without clicking on your clicker, even here in Oakland.