Wednesday. My best thoughts and wishes to Beth, Chuck and Zoe in LA. Chuck laid his bike over and he's been lying in an ICU now for two days with a punctured lung, broken ribs and other damage, some of which required removing his spleen. It sounds very much like he'll recover in good shape, but there are evidently dues that have to be paid before he comes around. Old journalers never die, they just now and again put their bikes into a wall for, I don't know, research and new material. He's following in Mr. A's footsteps (the other Mr. A) and one or two other long time friends who've obsessed over two wheels on weekend roads for much of their existence. Down there in LA, land of obsession.
But then again breakfast up here in Oakland, where people go down on the road but under a hail of bullets, the sky overcast, the day ahead, the sun coming. Cat food has been acquired and Ms. Emmy is pacing the floor thinking about something or other, but something or other on a full stomach. No thoughts of driving up north today, but tomorrow, who knows? Stranger things have happened.
This inhaler seems to be working. They said, I believe, it can take up to two weeks to see progress and I'm seeing progress. Due to the Flonase or is time the factor? Time enough for the body to defeat whatever it is on its own? We'll give credit to the inhaler and look for it the next time around. If there's a next time around. One hopes you'll still around if it isn't.
Later. OK, here's where push comes to shove. It's eleven in the morning, the various morning tasks and habits have been accomplished, I've watched my one hour Korean soap (Wednesdays and Thursdays in the morning for the one, Mondays and Tuesdays in the evening for the other) and I'm ready for the rest of the day. A project to continue? A walk? A trip downtown? A trip up the coast? Down the coast? The problem is defined, it's here, it confronts. Which way is up?
Later still. Not all that long later, but a walk later, a good walk later as it happens, where I covered familiar territory and then wandered off onto a street or two I haven't been to before. So that's good, I'm tired, I've had my exercise for the day and I'm ready, maybe, to look at one or two of these projects I've mentioned, Lightroom and such. After a nap, perhaps. After a bath. After the News Hour on television later.