Saturday. A nice cool morning, overcast, the sinus-head thing unencumbered by chemicals other than the Tylenol I took earlier. Still, this thing is an “ache”, an unpleasant ache, but nothing more serious. Yes, it never seems to really go away, but you can sleep quite nicely with it (it seems better for some reason in the evenings and when you're in bed nodding off like a good little soldier). So we'll leave my favorite subject at that (and hope the little pills arrive in the afternoon mail).
The journey to Bisbee next month with Mr. A seems to be shaping up. Mr. H mentioned he'd been there in the seventies on business checking out the then still operating monster open pit copper mine producing what I assume was open pit copper. They talk about taking down whole mountains with this open pit mining business, this will be my first chance to see what they're talking about. They stopped mining some time in the late seventies, but I'm told there's five scheduled tours of the pit every day with, what I assume, are opportunities for pictures.
Bisbee is located in a tsunami free area of southern Arizona at a mile above sea level, which makes for sensible desert temperatures. San Miguel de Allende is located ninety miles north of Mexico City, but it too is located on a plateau a mile above sea level and the months I spent there many years ago in a late summer were just fine. This trip is coming together.
Later. Well, we suck it up for the weekend. Nothing in the mail from my pharmacy, a lesson in why you don't run out of the little pills. Sore sinuses, more so than they were a year ago, I'm guessing, but this will be a science experiment when they arrive and I can make a with and without comparison. If this is a result of the jaw operation I had many years ago I'd suggest, if they want one day for you yourself have one, you say no. If it's a result of turning sixty, I'd suggest you mention to your metabolism you'd prefer to max out at no more than fifty-nine.
The weather is good, the sky clear, the temperature perfect, but no ambition to go anywhere with this here head other than a short jaunt down the street for ice cream at the local store. Comfort food. Maybe a Safeway run later, but I'm thinking I'll settle in for my Saturday night Japanese soaps and crack one of the small bottles of sake I have sitting in the refrigerator, see if it helps. Another science experiment. We're serious with our science experiments, here in Oakland.