While this past July was happening, I made the odd pompous addition to the
global warming debate. At the noon time in July, I could still just
about potter outside, if it wasn't raining. In the afternoon I could
consider work again sometime after four. But now that July is gone
and has been replaced by half of August, I wish to withdraw any idiotic
insight I might have proffered with respect to those arguments which claim
the world is actually cooling.
currently a level of temperature and humidity I cannot manage. These
past few days I should have been hibernating. And yet a description
of this sickness puts me firmly in the category of feeble.
Invariably our doughty leader suspects it could be one of two
things. Either a terminal complaint or bone idleness. She of
course is out there, well hatted and gooey against the sun, and she is
blissful with usefulness.
Today I had an ear attack. I like
to believe it is combination of old head injuries and something like mold
combining to make it almost impossible for me to stand up.
I wish sometimes that I would change
color, or produce some sort of weeping sore, or swell up to twice my
size. That way there at least would be some sign of ailment. All
I have is a dizziness that makes me feel as though my eyes are going to
flutter out of my head. Under these circumstances it is necessary to
lie down, take my pills and produce peaceful thoughts. A wonderful
indolence that has its own positive side, so long as there is no guilt
associated with it.
I do remember in drinking days quite often
falling flat on my face. But ultimate cause of my bad ear cannot in
any grand scheme be so prosaic. So I recall instead the several
occasions I have been kicked in the head by well-shod members of my own
species. This at least gives me something and someone to curse.