Blame It on the Solar Flares

Originally Posted Saturday, September 13, 2014

Sorry I didn't post this morning.  I've been having my period, I think.  Something.  Whatever.  I stayed home from the factory to catch up on my life, but I did no such thing.  Rather I sat at the computer and worked on old, untouched files from shoots I've never worked on.  I kept thinking I would do something, go to the gym, go to the store, but the best I could manage was to cook some eggs and take a nap.  When I got up late in the afternoon, I made chai and worked on more files and I knew there would be no gym.  The sun was sinking.  I went to the store and got olives and crackers and cheese and some Hungarian beef dish and a good bottle of wine and came home.  In a bit I will either a) read, b) watch t.v., or c) both.  I am hoping for an early bed, but worried that since I sat and slept all day, there will be nothing for me there. 

It is my life, probably.  Of late.  I take too many chances.  Last night, I went for drinks with somebody else's girl and ran into a friend of mine and the new girl he has just begun to date.  He is fifteen years younger than I, and his date was a little younger than he.  My date was much younger than that.  My buddies date stared a bit doe-eyed like she was afraid of what might suddenly break out.  The night was fun, but it was draining, too.  I've been drinking too much even for me.  I have been running on fumes. 

So tonight is tea and cheese and olives and wine.  I shall forego the beloved scotch for as long as I can. I will revel in the drink of the centuries, the water of gods, etc.  Healthy.  Healthful. 

Hopefully, though, in the morning I will be a new man full of verve and vigor.  And perhaps I will catch up on my life after all.  I haven't opened mail in two weeks.  I need to fertilize the lawn.  I should spray outside for bugs.  I need to trim my nails badly.  I have become a bit of a poor man's Howard Hughes.  When was the last time I washed my hair? 

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All went as predicted, from food to wine to reading and watching, to sleep.  Up and down, at midnight I received a text asking if I was coming to the Lake Side Dive concert.  I would have if I'd known.  Maybe.  I hate being out at midnight. 

This morning, the sun stayed in bed late.  But I got up feeling better.  It is the solar flares, of course, radiation from the sun bombarding the earth, that are causing all my ills, but my back pain has lessened for the first time in months and it is wonderful to move without repressing a groan. 

And so. . . .