Not that much of it matters to me, anyhow. I could well do without all the commercialism and incessant commercials, but I do like the music (in moderation.)
It’s a bright, cool day (66 in the sun) and not much better for the rest of the week. Oh well, no snow.
I see my hometown bookstore is having a local author’s fair this weekend. This is the store that stiffed me on my last consignment cheque, so it would have been nice if they had included by name. I wrote them a little note to say as much.
My regimen of taking ice cubes instead of liquids-by-the-glass, seems to be working. No more inflammation, pain, or trouble expurgating it. It’s really too early to tell, but I fear it is something I am going to have to do on an on-going basis. Let’s face it, at my age doing things with impunity is a thing of the past. The difficulty is convincing myself of that.
More next time.