Zombies don't like the sun

 By drinking very dilute sake I kept on the edge of being twitchy and got through the work I had to do, and sadly, didn't get to sleep until about 5. Then I woke up at about 9:30 in the morning. I felt OK though, and wanted to get going before the lunch rush. 

I took off up Rogers Avenue and just as I was going by, a lunch truck pulled in by this place that sells tools. So I was about their first customer. I got some chicken wings and these little things with ground meat in them in a won ton wrapper and deep fried. I ate the chicken wings sitting at the tool place's disabled parking area and saved the fried things for later. 

I rode up to H Mart and it went pretty well. Traffic was pretty light. I figured the 9-11AM time slot would be pretty quiet and I was right. 

I got some dried mushrooms, couple bottles of sake (ideally I'll end up giving one away) and a bottle of Dawn, packed it all up and rode home. It was really clear, the sky was super blue, and nobody in traffic seemed to be in a super hurry. And it seems zombies don't like the sun, because I didn't have to dodge any. 

The effort of eating chicken wings, riding to H Mart and back and then eating the deep fried things really tired me out, though, and I drank "some" sake, less than I had last night, and took a nap for a few hours. 

I woke up again, still tired, but feeling less shaky than I had pre-nap. I finally got going pre-packing 11 items that will go "overdue" like library books tonight at midnight. 

I called Ken and gave him an update. I said I'm extremely fatigued, and it's best if he just doesn't come by this week. I said there are two possibilities; either it's alcohol or I've got the 'Rona. He asked me if I've lost my sense of smell, as that's a notable symptom, and I said that I've still tasting my food. He started to ask about temperature and I recalled that going into H Mart my temperature had been nice and low. I said in the case of alcohol, the critical time window seems to be 72 hours. 

So I'll hold up my end as well as I can here this week, and Ken can pay me for this week whatever he thinks is fair. 

I have a theory why I feel so crappy right now. Alcohol sends my blood pressure way up, and drinking less of it has my blood pressure down and that feels weird on its own. At least I have a decent appetite and my pee's a healthy color. And my voice sounded really strong when I was talking to Ken on the phone.