So Far So Good

I would hesitate to brag that I made a New Year's resolution--how mundane--but I kind of did, which was to start writing more, in this blog, at least, and hopefully even more. But, gee, is it the 5th already? New Year's whut?? OK OK I'm here now. The trouble is mainly that my life has been pretty boring lately.

I've been wearing myself out recovering from "multiple illnesses," (a phrase I hope doesn't catch on,) and running in fear of the latest thing--a 24 hour stomach ailment that is so bad people are confusing it with food poisoning. Right at this moment I was tempted, for a few seconds, to recount all the gory details here.  Boy that would give me something to write about.  But it's a long story, and actually quite boring really, unless you're the one going through it, and, if you are, you'd probably rather forget it.

Changing doctors. I've moved, of course, and now both my primary care doc and my cardio doc are way too far away. I could live with that, but then my primary care doc got snippy with me when I told him I had googled the medication he was prescribing to me and it sounded kind of scary. He walked out of the room, in fact, so I didn't get to explain my concern to him--all I was really trying to do was elicit some sort of reassurance, maybe an explanation about the warnings. At any rate, all this made me feel like my doctor and I were not able to communicate effectively, and maybe it's time to move on.

And all this makes me realize I think about my health too much. Not that you shouldn't think about your health at all, but, you know, old people. 

The loft is comfortable. I don't even mind hanging out in here when it's too cold to go outside. I'm binge-watching all five seasons of The Twilight Zone.  The episodes are a mixture of dated cliches (some originating right there on the show) and some cutting edge stuff that still holds up. I've written three guitar pieces, but still nothing on the . . . er . . . literary front. Meanwhile, the trains go by, paralleling the river, back and forth--it's really kind of amazing to think of the amount of freight that rolls by every day--and the river is gradually getting more and more clogged up with ice floes. Intellectually, I know, I realize, the days are getting longer now, but I still wake up in the dark every morning.

I woke up in time to see the moon setting.