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Endangered Species List We had our Coho Salmon annual lunch today in Jack London Square. Every year for a period of three weeks they allow the commercial fishing of Coho 
Salmon and for two or three weeks you can find it if you look hard enough on
the menus of some restaurants. We go to Jack's. I have a friend at work who
is serious about cooking to the point she has a "fish person" in Seattle she
can call to find out exactly when those three weeks will begin. I do not have
a "fish person" in Seattle or anywhere else, but I understand the concept:
Every now and then you need to go to someplace you can't afford and eat
an almost endangered species piece by small piece, teary eyes focused on
your plate, drifting, lost in time, lost in space..., and salmon.
And then you wake up and go back to work.
One of the members of our group left the company some time back, but came
over from San Francisco to join us for lunch. I thought, well, he looks thinner
than I last remembered him and he was already thin back then. We got to talking
and he mentioned he had trouble sleeping at night and that he'd recently
I don't think he reads this, but if he does, go for the palate and the tongue trim, if you need them, but be sure there's no other choice if they start talking about moving your jaw. The palate and the tongue, well, you take all those narcotics they give you and put your feet up: Sore throat, liquid food for a week and then it's back to work. And you feel better and you're smarter and you don't fall off your chair fast asleep in business meetings with your boss. The way I did. Unless you're looking for new employment, of course. I'd forgotten to bring any pain pills with me to the office this morning, so I hadn't taken any since yesterday afternoon and was feeling a little down with an aching mouth that even the Coho had some difficulty competing with. The Coho won, but my general mood was low and I was picking up on the fact that everybody I knew at the office had left for other jobs and this business of life has its lonely aspects. I should have been ordering another glass of wine and thinking of ways to skip going back to work. I was sitting next to my manager, a woman with business acumen, and I'm sure she could have given me better advice than I seemed to be giving myself. This has stumbled from Coho salmon to lack of sleep and dribbled away whining about who knows what. I don't think I'm going to win any awards with this kind of shit. Speaking of awards, Viv mentioned she'd been working on an awards project for diarist.net and some of the other journalers have commented on it in their entries. This has been a pretty good last couple of months for me too. I was written up by Damiana in the Launch section of diarist.net, I was added to the favorite links pages of five journals I greatly respect and I was invited to join Archipelago at a time when I wasn't really quite certain anyone other than those five journalers and Rien Post had ever gotten a chuckle out of any of this. That's a lot more than I had any right to expect. |
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taken a "sleep test" and been diagnosed with sleep apnea and I realized that was
it, he didn't look thinner, but tired, dog tired. We talked about the options
he had, they were recommending the air pump and mask (CPAP) for now and the
palate and back of tongue operations to cure it. He'd heard about my "move the
jaw" adventure and we compared notes.