I should not be on this addictive, borrowed laptop right now. The longterm, infrequent, faraway, romantic friend I mentioned in Disclosure and Risk is due to arrive at my doorstep any minute. (From Antwerp. From working for the International Red Cross in Chad, and then Yemen since I saw him last.) (I hate linking anything about him to my "Disclosure and Risk" incident at all, but so has gone my life.)
I discretely chewed off a white rose from the sidewalk garden of Grace Cathedral today on my way home from the Castro Street Pharmacy in the Tenderloin, to give to my good friend when he gets here. (It wasn't coming off any other way.) Otherwise I have not eaten.
All my extra medicines (two weeks worth) were successfully authorized and picked up.
We--my longterm, infrequent, faraway, romantic friend and I, are planning to take a road trip. For two weeks. Through the mountains, toward Utah, down into Nevada, and then back over to Death Valley, then maybe hitting the old Ghetti Museum (the "Ghetti Villa") in Malibu on the way back, dependent on the fires. We'll be camping (--for the most part) in the desert. That's a lot for me. I asked my psychiatrist (at AIDS Health Project) if he thought all that might not be too much. He said, "No. No. Have a good trip."
I will miss, and worry about my cat. But I think she will be OK. I think she will be tended well.
I'm not bringing this laptop, but I'll write some about the trip when I get back. Thank you for reading thus far.... I'm leaving the comments setting on "unmoderated," if you'd like to post any. I look forward to reading them when I can.