RIFFING OFF THE PILLS

Barely ten days ago it was bitterly cold. Today it was run around naked weather. Stroll around naked. Ambulate in a lazy languorous fashion. Naked. That is to say I avoided one public bench after lunch because there was a chap wearing too little there soaking up the sun.
And I felt distinctly overdressed for the occasion.

I enjoyed smoking my pipe on a different bench, which had been empty when I sat down, but was soon crowded with Cantonese-speaking old people obviously also flummoxed by the heat and the suntanning man across the street. Obviously the semi-neatly dressed person with a pipe is far less invasive and uninviting than the barely garbed glowing sweaty dude.

[The pipe is a very collegiate looking black sandblast billiard from L.J. Peretti in Boston. Kind of a tweedy young man, who would tutor sweet young things in Latin and algebra, because it pays for his sherry and expands the dating pool.]

Imagine that you are in your suite, relaxing, when soundlessly a nearly naked Caucasian with a scruffy beard swans past, languorously and lazily, getting in your field of vision while you focus on the foot traffic going by at a safe distance. It would disconcert you. Indeed.

We live in a foetid tropical swamp here.
There are bigfoots about.
Dang.


Nearly seventy degrees. Monday and Tuesday a week ago it was mid-forties.

Yes, there will be an angry letter to the editor soon. Complaining in the strongest terms. In my day this did not happen! Many of my best friends are lumberjacks.
And only a few of them are partially nude.

Yours faithfully, Brigadier Sir Charles Arthur Strong, Mrs.


When I got back home I felt like a stumbling corpse, and hurt all over. Especially the upper shoulders and legs. The heat affected me badly. My blood is too thick for San Francisco, I've never been able to properly explain myself here. I couldn't concentrate. Terrible things were happening all around me. Put on some golf shoes! Otherwise I'll never make it out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. No footing at all!


By teatime I was still in pain. I had taken a Tylenol, and totally forgot about the Amlodipine Besylate and Rivaroxaban which were on my schedule. Only an hour or so after the hot restorative beverage did I remember them.



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