BLOBS OF NEUROSIS

When I woke up it was still dark out, but I could hear noises from the street. So I went out for a quick puff -- half a bowl which I let go out -- ascertained that it was a neighbor getting into their car and warming it up before driving off to work, then decided that I should go back to bed for another hour or two.

Today necessarily will be more productive and action-packed than yesterday. Yesterday was vegetating after my workweek, and the sheer joy-filled excitement of babysitting the rancid old rightwingers in the backroom. And their hate-filled gibbering. Something which I sadly am reasonably good at. I have noticed that an old friend and fellow pipe-maven no longer comes around on Sundays because he really can't stand them and their bleating anymore. I don't blame him. If I did not have to be there I wouldn't show up during their spit-fests either.

Late yesterday afternoon I left the apartment to go have a late lunch in Chinatown. Freshly steamed rice sheet noodle with pork liver bits and cilantro;豬肝腸粉、芫茜 'ju gon cheung fan, yuen sai'), which is not listed on the English language menu because, well, you know, white people. With squirts of Sriracha and peanut sauce. Then wandered around for a while afterwards while enjoying the first smoke in a pipe I had recently acquired. An item made in Holland by a company which before the pandemic was quite active, but which now seems to be comatose or defunct. The pipe may be a decade old, or it could be over forty years.
Don't know. I've done my research and came up dry.

For some reason, which is very probably blood pressure meds related, I am far less achy and petulant in the mornings. And also better able to tolerate the weather in this city.
It was around fifty degrees before dawn. Quite nice. Sort of. Very bearable.

By evening, I shall be a whiny old fart. Why is it so damned cold?!?
Snow weasels! That's what it is, snow weasels!
Darned Republicans.


According to the internet, it is presently 52°F and cloudy. Which is positively tropical.
We should probably expect rioting in the streets and hippie nudity.
It's disgusting, tell you what.


On the menu today: correspondence with a long-time friend of one of my mother's Berkeley classmates, laundry, purchasing ciggies in Chinatown (五葉神煙仔 'ng yip san yin jai') for that occasional sinful indulgence, late lunch at a place where the waitress keeps telling me that smoking is unhealthy and expensive (hah!), then nightime activities involving a pipe, tea, horrid singing, and basketball.



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