Times Are Changing
Wednesday. Another long and I would assume good night's sleep, to bed just after nine, up around eight, the sinus-head thing pretty good, the weather cool and the sky overcast (with fog and the smoke from many raging wildfires). That description pretty much matches my description for yesterday: a long night's sleep, the weather cool, the head, however, feeling like absolute crap. What was the difference? I had some wine last night and not the night before (when I drank sake)? My experience doesn't support the healing powers of Merlot (although it would be nice if it did.)
The urge to get outside the apartment hit me around noon. I fought it for maybe fifteen minutes, then walked down the hill and caught a bus to downtown Oakland, walking around the downtown for close to an hour. A good walk, the head again still better than it's been for a while, a bus then over to have lunch before two at the usual morning café. One of the waitresses shook her head, not so much in disbelief, but in letting me know I'm obviously incorrigible (as in “get a life” incorrigible) and of course I agree, but it's my dime and I ordered a chicken-Caesar salad and a lemonade.
A note for those who know Oakland. A block down and across the street from my old company's building is an open 24 hours a day, seven days a week newspaper, magazine and book store that's been there now for one hundred and one years. Every city has one (or had one), a place you can buy the daily newspaper of a large number of cities and find pretty much any consumer magazine of any kind you might desire. I've passed by and occasionally entered to buy papers-magazines-books for the last fourteen years. It closes tomorrow. One hundred and one years isn't bad, but the times (as many have noted) are changing.
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