On Its Way
Wednesday. We awoke with one of those dry painful pin head size “spots” in the throat, the classic precursor to a cold. Or the flu. Or whatever. Orange juice, a trip to breakfast for pancakes and coffee and the spot is still there albeit more subdued and manageable. Now is it sitting there getting ready for a run or is it sitting there preparing to disappear? As in go away? Hard to tell. Everyone knows what these things portend. I'm thinking it won't get any worse, but I don't think my opinion counts for much in this ancient microbiological war. We'll know in a day or so.
Overcast again, by the way. Do I remember it being this overcast for this long last year? Was it overcast, has it been overcast and now, after a year's time, I don't remember? It does tend to clear up later in the afternoons and we get some sun, but mornings have been cloudy and a bit cold.
No, I don't think I'll start that trip up the coast today, not with this tickle in the throat. Better to head over to San Francisco, maybe, and take in the Samurai art exhibition at the Asian Art Museum. Be a shame to have this tickle in the throat business and not spread it around.
Icky!
Life can be cruel.
Later. For whatever reason I put on a coat, grabbed a camera, hopped on BART and took in the Lords of the Samurai exhibit in San Francisco. What do I know about Japanese art and Samurai lords other than through watching and re-watching every Kurosawa movie ever made and the reading of books by and about Musashi Miyamoto? That I bow my head in reverence when you mention Sasaki Kojiro? Nothing, really. I'd not seen a bare steel ceremonial sword up close before, the ones on display made in the 13th century, and it was interesting to see one if only to say I have (seen one).
Ah, and there was a Noh mask, ink on carved wood from the 1700's, that was, well, somewhat mind blowing. Look at it up close, look at it from the top, look at it from the side, look at it from the bottom and it showed thought and execution from every direction. The eyes and eyelids were amazing. So I bought a picture of it on a postcard in the museum shop. I'd have taken a picture of it on display if it hadn't been for the museum guard who followed my every move, eyeing my camera. The taking of pictures, one would assume, depresses post card revenue.
And you spread this sore throat of yours around?
It's still there. Hard to say if it's peaked or if it's planning on developing into something more substantial. I didn't kiss anyone or sneeze in a crowd. The nose is dry, the sinuses are doing what my sinuses have been doing lately, except now their symptoms can be confused with what's going on in the throat. Tomorrow morning will tell me what it's all about. I'm having dinner with Ms. M and family on the 25th. Whichever way it goes it will be gone by then if history is a predictor.
So you're not worried.
Not unless San Francisco starts to go under, the first case epicenter at the Asian Art Museum. At least with this posting they'll know where to go.
Some blue in the sky, by the way, some sun poking through now that it's two in the afternoon. The News Hour coming up in an hour and then the day will be well on its way, here in Oakland.
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