Tuesday. A slight tickle in the throat, a certain “wetness” in the chest. Does this mean that spring is here? Usually not. Usually this happens in the fall, a right of passage that hits maybe every other year. Perhaps it's a false sign, a product of that sake I drank last night. We'll see. A little sake this evening may be of help. Doesn't alcohol kill germs? I would think so. This evening, anyway. Here in Oakland.
A warm day, by the way. The rains have passed and the warm weather has finally arrived.
MRE asked me today what I'm going to do about this aching head thing, now that the antibiotics treatment seems to have dealt with the sinuses, but hasn't successfully attacked the underlying problem. My fucking head hurts. It gets in the way. My work suffers. I don't shoot as many photographs. I avoid weddings. I leave parades early. I drink too much sake (because it makes me feel good and doesn't seem to mess too badly with my mornings). So I'll talk with more doctors. I'll talk to new doctors with positive descriptions on Google. I'll talk with people who know about teeth and headaches and see what they have to say. Tomorrow.