Got a cold

 Last night right after Ken left, I sneezed like 10 times and started having a really stuffy nose which I had to keep blowing. I finally went to bed, not being able to make myself feel any better. 

Sure enough, I got up and my sore throat is accompanied by a nice cough. I'm going to blame that stupid French class because we were all stuffed into that tiny room and the teacher was out with a cold last lesson (the one I didn't go to because I'd dropped the class). So not only did I have to "eat" the cost of the class but I've got a nasty cold. 

I've actually looked up local German classes, and there's a place that's on the next street behind the Whole Foods on Hamilton, a place that's not hard for me to get to at all. But I'd sure want to visit them in person and determine if the textbooks are as smartphone-dependent as the ones in the French class. The thing is, being "certified" in a language, by passing official tests, and German might be much easier to get to the much-vaunted B2 level in. This school I mention and the Goethe Institute up in San Francisco both offer classes and the tests.  

And here I am with a shiny new mouthpiece to try out, a Denis Wick even, which is a brand I've always seen really talked up, and I don't even feel like picking up the cornet. I've got the new mouthpiece in its spot next to the one that came with the horn, in their two little holes in the case, and the stand folded up and stowed away in the bell and it fits just fine even though it's a "trumpet" stand, and all's well except I'm not going to be playing for a bit. 

I decided since I don't know if I'll feel even worse tomorrow, to pack a few things to take to the downtown post office, and mail those and deposit my check so I'll have that all done. I left here around 2 I think, and after the bank I went over to Whole Foods because it's an immutable law of the universe that I must go there after I go to the bank. I just got some vitamins I needed, swung by the Amazon place where I got one bubble mailer (at least I got two from the post office) and then went to Nijiya for a few things including a bento, which I ate as soon as I got back, a bit after 4 which is late here - the equivalent of 7PM anywhere else. 

There were a fair share of crazy zombies out there today, and on the corner by my bank the cops were rounding up one off of the sidewalk. On my way home, by St. James Park, a zombess was yelling on and on about, among other things, something about people not giving her matches. So I got off the bike and found two lighters in the top bag and rode over and gave them to her. No thanks for them of course, zombies aren't really alive or all that sentient. Maybe now this horrid thing, that went back to yelling as  I rode away, will burn the trash pile it lives in down, and end its nonsensical existence.