Up at 2:30 and it's a chilly 70, maybe 72, degrees. After a long summer when it was always above 80 even overnight it really feel chilly and I'm wearing a sweatshirt along with one of my new pairs of sweat pants. The air quality's "orange", just below 100 so I guess I get the damage I'd get from cigarettes without having to buy the things.
I know San Jose is considered to have some of the best weather in the nation, but compared to Hawaii it's awful. I woke up with a headache again, am cold, my lips are all chapped up and I'm glad not to be practicing trumpet these days. I've also got some "stuff" in my chest and wonder if I should try out the free covid testing at the fairgrounds on Tuesday or even on the weekend. If I've got it, I'll have to say, great, because I'm not really sick just have sniffles and some stuff in my chest. However, if I've got it I'll have to tell Ken and he'll have to just pass my pay check in through the mail slot for the next couple of weeks.
Stuff in my chest hasn't prevented me from doing voice exercises last night and singing a couple of songs. The Frank Sinatra number about how they've got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil is hilarious. And I believe it's working; I guess I talk so little normally that it's no wonder my voice would get tired just in the talk sessions Ken and I do. So even if I'm never a singing busker, voice exercises are a very good thing.
Alka-Seltzer and a little coffee took care of the headache, and I finished the packages I'd prepared and was out the door at a quarter after 6 for the post office and fedex. There was a lot of traffic so I don't know if tons of people are leaving town because it's Friday or are taking a week off because of the election early next week.
All went well in dropping things off, and I got some packing foam pieces, a tomato, and some lettuce on the way back and got all buttoned up and secure for the night here. Now begins what passes for a weekend for me.
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