Ken came over last night and I had a mask on, and told him about my cold. "It's alright, I'm probably just going to be in and out..." he said. He had a gas station hot dog and bag of potato chips in hand. Because when you're a diabetic who has to inject insulin, those are just the thing.
I served him some diet 7-Up to wash this health food down, and he gave me some mail and wrote out my check when he was done eating.
Then he settled in for another of his epic talk fests. I went along, but with my sore throat it got to be wearing. I started doing things like going through the mail and going to the loo right when Ken was on a roll talking about the chemical make-up of some explosive or rocket propellant or something, and when I was done I said "I hate to be a wet blanket but ... my throat ..." and he said, "I don't have to finish explaining this one, I should go..." and took off.
I had dinner which was the rest of the cold fried tofu with pepper sauce I had from H Mart as I had to use it up, with "chili crisp" and sriracha sauce on it. And cold chayote slices for "dessert".
I got 10 things ready to list but felt too lousy to do much more for the night, so in preparation for going to bed I chewed gum which does wonders for cleaning the mouth. After doing that for a while I felt like my throat was OK, so I practiced for something close to an hour. Then I noticed my throat was *not* OK, and went to bed.
I woke up at 2 and my throat's worse. I'd told Ken that I may not go to the bank this week and just hold onto the check until next week and he said something like, "Well, you're probably not hurting for money; you said you've been saving" and I replied and indeed I had been and that it's easy now that I don't drink any more.
I should add that at least the practice went well, working on making long tones, well, long, leads to better endurance and tone.
With this sore throat and cold (or maybe it's mild covid, lol) I have to stay in for the next few days. The old WWII rule applies: Is this trip necessary? I'll have to do a post office and FedEx run tomorrow, and other than that stay in.
This was going to be my week to visit REI and join, and maybe come home with something neat like a new pair of Olukai slippers or something. I've decided they're worth joining, and that I ought to go ahead and buy the luggage I plan to use for my trip home. Flying's become more difficult than it was 20 years ago and when I flew before it was always a carry-on bag and a checked bag. But now it seems carry-on bags are allowed to be bigger than I remember (or I didn't stuff that much into a carry-on bag...) and then there's a "personal item" so I need to find out what that is. If I can get by with a carry-on bag and a "personal item" means something like a small fanny pack, then I'm set.
In any case I want to get the bags and "rehearse" packing them, to get a real handle on what I need. I won't be carrying a laptop, for instance, but I've got a passel of flutes - 2-3 concert flutes, my two shakuhachi, and the three shinobue. But I'll just have two sets of clothes, the ones I'll be wearing and a set in the pack. One to wash and one to wear. I plan to get my feet accustomed to going around in slippers next summer and get rid of my sock-tan, so I won't even be packing socks.
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