My Open Window
Sunday. So, the second day off the cholesterol pills. Can I see a difference? Well, there was that bottle of sake last night to complicate the issue. Too much sake to tell. A trip downtown on the bus late in the morning to spend an hour at the office. How did I feel standing in the middle of the city at a bus stop waiting to make the trip home, enough time having elapsed to allow the sake to run its course? Good. I have to admit good. Is the sinus thing better? Can't tell, but I'm now in the mood to see it succeed. Some people say mood alone can do the deed: it's said hopping on one's left foot for a short distance under a placebo moon, for example, while throwing salt over your shoulder can unlock the secret healing essences in the soul. Penicillin has a similar effect. Sounds fishy, but in my current mood I'd give it a try.
How much coffee have you had?
Well, a large cup at breakfast and a medium cup later at the office. Hardly enough to make me speedy. Perhaps it was that quart or so of diet Coke, all that caffein coursing through my veins as I sit at the computer writing nonsense; the day overly warm, but nice. No complaints from me. People are walking around the lake down the way, the women are, well, photogenic; I can hear the contented murmer of people on the street through my open window. Here in Oakland.