Dosage

Idling, after my early teeth cleaning appointment. Always wind up headachy and wrong-footed, especially since I've seen a doc three weeks running. Ophthalmologist, GP, Dentist, each with a bright light glaring into my sensitive eyes. Tired of being poked and prodded and analyzed, examined. I prefer to blend and vanish, as a general principle.

Still, blood not alarming. Face much improved. Teeth squeaky. Eyes well dropped.

The investigation into the Big Fire continues, with a group of serious men in serious suits, and dark suit coats, beside an antenna ridden posh trailer, conversing. Half the street is still closed. The site had a rather awful office building from the late 60s-early 70s, fallen into disrepair and abandoned for a few years. The lot cleared, the new over half finished, and looking rather nice. I hope the project isn't just scrapped, the site left to weed, again.

Drizzly, rainy, which isn't bad. But, as mentioned, it doesn't rain so much here that we get soaked-in perma-dampness. I remember how Michigan never really dried out, the mold and mossiness of the insides of homes, swimsuits always clammy, mud all summer. Even Boston had a fungal green that lingered, always. Here, when the rain stops and the sun comes out, it takes very little time to completely dehydrate. I feel for those of you being flooded, as I feel for the far-southerners getting snow. The rain here is a moderation, and a bit lacking. Although this last atmospheric river got us to about average for snow-pack water, and this week will help replenish us a bit.

It's all a matter of dosage.