Week 1, Day 4

saturday, 17 january 2015

no more anti-nausea pump-me-up steroid pills, but not a day of rest. 

took the last one in the current sequence at bedtime. half an hour before the 8:30 a.m. Samsung Galaxy Note 4 bell, it's clear that nothing can be gained from one more fitful rollover. plus there's a car problem. actually, since the ride home from the restaurant Friday night, two car problems. In the Delaware Avenue S-curves, a new note shows up in the FKA Twigs CD. time for Mufflerman.

how do i love Mufflerman? let me count the ways. cheapest place in town. no appointment necessary. just show up. they'll know you're there. open at 9. at 8:45, two other malfunctioning motorists are there already. out at 9:45 and en route to Northtown Toyota to get that silent horn honking again (you don't miss your honker till you can't horn in no more -- could be another blues song).

usually i love Northtown too, but this is not one of those days. the electrical guy has cars literally stacked up in his bay (one on the concrete floor, one on the lift above it). come back at noon, the serviceman says. if it's wiring and you don't need a new horn, you'll have it between 5 and 6. fine, except out-of-town guests are due at 4, dinner reservation at 6.

at noon, a new appointment (Tuesday) and a new plan -- shopping. need gas. need a new belt. need stuff at Target. want some of that Ithaca Hummus on sale for 10% off at Farmers & Artisans market. want that Meghan Trainor CD after hearing her on NPR this morning (sold out at $9.99 at Target, not so cheap at Record Theatre).

still need the Saturday edition of the Buffalo News. and an "urgent haircut." that adds up to Starbucks on Elmwood, where there's another chance to eschew caffeine. (one of four today, it's everywhere -- no thanks to coffee at Mufflerman, my usual iced coffee here, green tea at the restaurant tonight, Monica's Vietnamese coffee at home again here with out-of-towners Sandy and Gregg). after a plus 4 low temperature this morning, it's above freezing now. definitely unfrigid enough for a tall vanilla frappacino light. 

and now for a nap.

score after an hour -- shutout against nausea, but not much shut-eye. thankfully, the shutout continues through dinner at the new Saigon Cafe. maybe it's the first of those backup nausea pills (Prochlorperazine Maleate 10 mg). i prefer to think it's something easier to remember -- jasmine tea.