Song And Artist
Thursday. Good, maybe my spacy yesterday was, indeed, due to the flu shot and the other shots I had the day before. Friends say they react to flu shots, have flu symptoms, some to the point they don't get them (wusses all), maybe I can blame one or another of them for yesterday. Why not? The mood is good, I've had breakfast, the sinus-head thing is tractable, even without the little pills, maybe half of what I experience these days are side effects of the pills themselves.
Life itself has side effects.
Let's not be negative. A decent breakfast at the usual place while reading the papers, but skipping the political stuff. I filled out my absentee ballot today, I'll mail it tomorrow, I'm out of the loop. I'm tired. I suspect you're tired, although (one hopes), not too tired, to vote. (A little voter citizenship exhortation right there that is so P.C. it makes me choke.)
Thursday, today, nothing pencilled in on the calendar through the weekend, still early as I write. Maybe a nap, think about what to do with the day when I awake. Still no crew to chip away at the wood siding on the scaffolding outside my balcony, maybe they're not due until next week. Allow the scaffolding people a week to get their act together just in case there's a delay. Could be, I suppose, if you have to rent them for a longer time than it takes you to do the job. A shame to pay for scaffolding when you just let it sit there and don't use it. Here in Oakland.
Later. OK. The sinus-head thing? Best to have the little pills, maybe they'll come tomorrow. I hope they come tomorrow. Really. A little sake, this evening, methinks.
My sister is now selling her new single online, I've not seen how people now do these things. The magic of the Internet. I popped a buck using an old PayPal account, took a minute. You buy, they send you an email with a download link, the downloaded file containing the MP3, the cover photograph (by yours truly) and a short paragraph describing song and artist.