30MPH Wind?

Up at 3. On the radio they were saying the wind could get up to 30MPH and the standard Hawaiian trade winds are usually around 20, but that's one reason for not going out today.

I was going to charge out and deposit my check and buy tires, tubes etc for my bike trailer, but I only got about 6 packages packed last night and kind of ran out of gas. I drank too much last night but it was probably 30% less than what I drank the night before. I need to taper back down because drinking is so utterly bogus.

I think what's gotten me in trouble is drinking beer. I actually think the sugars in beer make it more addictive or add an extra load on the liver or something. With straight liquor like er guo tou jiu, which is basically Chinese vodka, you're dealing with just alcohol alone. It can be diluted, and tapered down. 

I've got a stuffy nose, had a sore throat last night, still have some "junk" in my lungs, and if my sense of taste goes then I'll know for sure I've got the 'rona. My coffee and chocolate etc. tasted funny and it was like the coffee didn't have flavor at all just "hot".

If I pack packages today, I can do the Wednesday part of my M-W-F shipping schedule tomorrow and then go downtown on Thursday.

I feel pretty crappy but packed some items to ship, and then made some bacon and eggs which *tasted* good so that's a 'rona symptom I don't have right now. 

Eventually I got around to doing a practice. By this time the ice cream trucks were gone and it was like a meeting of the bums outside. Crazy Chrissie was out there with her shitty grey car, there was a shitty minivan with the obligatory Bondo patch on its side, and the two drug cars, one black and one white with utterly blacked out rear windows, and all the bums hanging around and socializing or whatever it is they do around here. Screw it, I decided, hope they like hearing Irons exercises.

So I tooted away so they know I'm in here, but what's funny is they eventually wandered off to other  bummy places to sleep their bummy sleep, or fight, or whatever it is they do. Honestly, if I were out of a job, mayyyyyybe had a car to live in, etc. in other words if I were a bum, at least I'd want to do window washing or window painting to have something to do. But then if I were a bum, at least I'd have my trumpet and cornet, or could sweet talk a music shop into renting me one, or a pawn shop into selling me one, or someone on Trumpet Herald to get me one, and I'd just play trumpet all the time. Maybe with some window-washing and window painting mixed in.

I practiced for just about an hour, so that's good. When I was done, a large cockroach was treating the drips of, er, spit, that I blow out of my horn's spit valves like his own personal buffet which was as hilarious as it was disgusting. He got squished.