Friday. Another sunny morning, slept in till nine again, no complaints about that. The throat sore, yes, last night a bit of fever, but nothing too terrible. Now if I can get through the day without these symptoms ratcheting up I should be through this thing by the end of the weekend. I say this with confidence and have no idea what will happen except I believe this is the way they've gone in the past. Been a while since I've had one and colds, like mystery stories: having one or reading one, I never remember how long they lasted or who smothered Ms. McGurdy under the parlor table.
Later. OK, we are here in the early afternoon. A nap this morning, some work cleaning up one or two web pages (which shows some ability to concentrate), the head feeling as the head often feels but now with the addition of a sore throat and a cold. Or whatever. It's stumbling along, I'm stumbling along, life is OK.
Reading the papers in bed this morning since I skipped breakfast. Jon Carroll's column in The Chronicle pretty good on the health care initiative. Odd to see all of this happening in such plain sight. They won't even talk about a single payer solution when this is an existing model we have of health care systems that have worked around the world. They won't even put it on the table, Democrats and Republicans both. Jon feels the health care insurance industry is getting something for the eighty million they spend in lobbying every year. I would think they might.
It's just odd to see it so blatant, so right up in your face and then have them say they're doing it to protect the health of the American people. I'm old enough to have Medicare and lucky enough to have squeaked through with a decent supplemental program, some of it picked up by my old employer, but I was one of the last one's through. I once needed an operation years ago when I was dead broke with no insurance and the local county and state picked up the bill. Had I any money they would have taken every nickel.
Same with friends in this financial crisis. If they lose their health insurance they're screwed. They get sick, the kids get sick and they'll lose whatever they've been able to put aside for retirement. That happens when you're twenty-five, thirty-five, well, you can start over. That happens when you're fifty-five and you're, well, screwed. So I have some history and a bit of skin in the game so I follow along and wonder.
Let's see, the last of the tuna fish and baguette for a late breakfast, nothing on TV, maybe I can get the energy together to do something with some more web pages. I did recently revise one of the Oakland Miscellaneous pages, adding some local photographs and moving some of the Sistah's Steppin' in Pride photographs from Miscellaneous to their own section. Still more to do, but progress, no?