Enough Is Enough
Wednesday. OK, we are reasonably coherent. I've run out of the little pain pills, the usual dosage two, only one remaining when I popped it this morning, the mail order prescription outfit calling just now saying they were going to cost me $20 for the next batch, but they'd be shipped today. So, a couple of days without them, I don't expect that to be a problem, although you often learn unexpected things when you don't think you've got a problem, ce n'est pas? Well, by talking about it I put too much emphasis on it and whether or not the magic little pills are available merely shows us how close to worrying over the quotidian my life has become.
Magic little pills?
More like band aides. Nice to have, but you can live without them, live quite comfortably without them if you don't mind duct taping your finger wrapped in an old dress shirt.
Indeed. Another day of sun and heat after a cool evening. We've had nothing but sun and warm weather (seventies to low eighties) now since I can remember (no great shakes, as my memory isn't all that great anymore and I'd have to check some of my earlier entries to really know) and I'd guess with the Santa Ana winds they're having ongoing problems with wild fires in Los Angeles at the moment. Could as easily have problems here, Napa around St. Helena burning just this weekend. Climate change? I suspect. Probably best to move farther north what with the heat and the fires and the earthquakes and everything.
Nice day, breakfast at the usual place maybe a half hour later than usual. Turned out well as the usual Wednesday morning meeting of real estate brokers was finishing up in the back when I arrived and I was able to read the papers.
It's close to ten as I'm writing, no sign yet of the crew that's going to be climbing up the scaffolding and “replacing the wood”. The wood siding on the building looks OK to me, but this building has been around for a while and I suspect there could be things going on under the paint. I still need to ask the apartment manager what she knows about earthquake proofing, having as it does, covered parking at the first floor level, the apartments themselves built on top of the garage. Not something I'd think about except they often mention such construction and its being un-constructive in an earthquake. You don't want to be “un-constructive” in the middle of an earthquake.
You really think about things like this?
Not to the point of salting away cases of bottled water or a flashlight in the closet. I was thinking of getting a solar powered battery charger, though. For the cameras, of course. You keep your priorities straight, even when the bricks tumble.
Later. Well, I guess, the head is a little more over the top than it usually is, but whether that's to do with running out of the little pills, Carter's little pills, or the humidity or the temperature or the phase of the moon, any old moon, who knows? Could be yesterday's flu, pneumonia and shingles shots. We'll leave it at that.
I did receive a couple of movies from Netflix late this afternoon and watched a Korean movie set in Vietnam, a horror film, not so horrible, but then again, being a horror film, not so good. Sometimes I read the blurb and the blurb says this is a Korean (or a Japanese or a Hong Kong or a French classic of some kind) and forget the guy who's doing the writing wants me to put down my dime. That's OK, but after I watched the first of the two I started on the second forgetting there was a Presidential debate going on that I, as a good citizen, was supposed to be watching. Silly me. I caught the last twenty minutes without regret for the first seventy minutes I'd missed and then listened to some of the pundits say this and then say that and that was enough. Enough is enough.