Wednesday. I tend to think of Los Angeles when I think of palm trees, but we do have them here. Big ones, mostly. I'm not sure if that's because nobody's planting new (little) ones or what, but ours are all bigger than a breadbox.
The fires in southern California don't really affect us, at least not immediately. We have our own dry areas. The Oakland hills, an area that's burned in the past, is always a potential blaze. Mr. S lost his house in the last one and there's always the chance he could lose the one he rebuilt in another fire. Gives you a better understanding of your relationship with nature, it does. Is it warm today? Oh, yes. In the eighties, but no wind, fortunately.
Lunch today with Ms. V, which went well, but otherwise tired, tired, tired. Not sure why. Plenty of sleep Sunday and Monday nights, not so great last night, but I made up for it today with a couple of naps. I'm wondering if it's what I've had now for some time or something new, something added or a sign the same old thing is getting better, a sign it's getting worse? Whatever it is the body says sleep, sleep, sleep. Of course naps are pretty nice when you don't have to actually get up and do something, retired and all that, but I suspect it won't lead to good results. Well, good short term results, longer term it's guaranteed to lead, at least, to one predictable result.
Boo, hoo, hoo!
Yeah, I know. It doesn't give me a hit that it's some terminal thing that's got me for good. They've run all kinds of tests that are supposed to turn that sort of thing up, but it is weird. Tired. Yes, sinuses that ache, the air as you breathe it feels like the air you'd breathe just after your nose has cleared up after a cold. “Ah, yes. I can breathe again.” But tired and now on occasion out of breath. Time to take a daily walk around the lake, skip the rationalization that walking down and back from breakfast is enough. Here in Oakland.