Thermonuclear War
Thursday. Rain last night, some rain this morning, the sky overcast with intermittent rain throughout the day they say. Back from breakfast after which I took twenty minutes to lie down and drink two glasses of water to clear the esophagus where it connects to the stomach and make the unpleasantness go away. My, my. I must have eaten too quickly. Must not have chewed thoroughly. Must have, must have. This operation, whenever they decide to schedule it, is obviously necessary, whether I'm happy about it or not.
I mentioned the progress made yesterday getting my taxes and paperwork done. Well, not done actually, but a lot of progress. It really is something I haven't seen myself do since I retired, maybe even before I retired, my time on the taxes much more productive than last year's pitiful attempt. I'm not patting myself on the back so much as standing back in surprise, real surprise, over the energy I seem to have developed yesterday lasting well into the evening. Can this last? Can you buy it in a bottle? In a pill? Have I turned a leaf? The difference seems so small, but it changes the world.
Please. That's enough.
No really. And from the look of things I'm still on a buzz. I have another camera bag coming today to add to two of the same kind I already have and I'm going to use it to pack the camera mounted strobes and all their various accessories. It's a bit larger than the other two and I'm pretty sure all of the equipment will fit. If I can keep this buzz on I have no doubt I'll unpack and repack everything between the three of them in some semblance of order. That's amazing. Either that or I'm kidding myself and this is all an illusion. Except it isn't. (Please?)
Later. Back from sushi down the way somewhat spiffed as I had a large hot sake with the meal. My thought was, as I was exiting the apartment, I've been making all this amazing progress in these last twenty four hours - an entire section of the living room floor has been cleared and vacuumed after sorting and filing an ungodly pile of paper - why not treat myself to sushi and sake (to sooth the rest of the afternoon) cost be damned? Better a sushi lunch (cost be damned) than a new camera (cost be damned) let me tell you.
The camera bag did come and the various camera mounted strobes and their accessories all seem to have fit inside, the matching somewhat smaller bags managing the lenses. You never know, maybe get something for the camera bodies themselves one of these days. All this done with the idea I'm now able to grab a bag or two or three, depending on the need, and pop them in the car on a moment's notice. Not something I'll ever really do, you understand, but it's good, this feeling of being ready for most anything that might arise.
Like what?
A major earthquake. Thermonuclear war.
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