40 Days & 40 Nights

[mallorys_camera]

Another interesting thing about D.C. is that its second-biggest cottage industry after gub’mint appears to be cannabis dispensaries.

There were three cannabis dispensaries within a quarter mile of our Airbnb (maybe more if I’d really been paying attention), and they were all open Thanksgiving Day.

Which meant as soon as I got home, I was able to start my 40 Days & 40 Nights of Staying Blitzed Out of My Head, which is the most effective way of dealing with Seasonal Affective Disorder I’ve discovered thus far.

I do gummies. I like smoking cigarettes, but I don’t like smoking dope. You can’t really titrate the dose if you smoke cannabis.

Being wrecked doesn’t seem to interfere with my ability to crank out economic analysis—I’ll be finished with the current Remunerative Project tomorrow—though of course, I’d never drive under the influence, and I will stop 10 days before I begin TaxBwana-ing since it would be irresponsible to deal with other people’s money in any but a completely lucid and rational frame of mind.

But this morning, instead of thinking gloomy thoughts about death and the ultimate isolation of each human being inside his/her/their turtle shell, I got to imagine Henry Kissinger & Shane MacGowan’s conversation as they sit across from one another in the waiting room to Hell.

The waiting room to Hell is located on a level of the NYC Port Authority that’s even deeper than the Greyhound Bus terminus.

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Healthwise, I’m actually feeling a whole lot better today though I can still feel the infection—oddly, it’s in the right side of my body.

The big thing with viral infections that are tame enough to run their course without medical intervention (and most are) is that you want to prevent them from escalating into secondary bacterial infections—which almost always require antibiotics.

So far, I’ve managed to do this with this illness. So far.

Today will be 15° warmer than yesterday. It’s sunny & bright! I am longing to get some outside time, breathe air that hasn’t been recycled through the HVAC pinball machine set-up, and I don’t know whether to listen to Henry Kissinger who’s counseling, Metternich vould say stay insite! or Shane MacGowan who’s telling me, Fuck-k-kkkkkk this! Breathe!

There’s always some moral dilemma you gotta deal with, right?

Comments

[bleodswean]

Shane went straight to the pearly gates. His Hell was self-imposed and lasted far too long. RIP Shane!

[mallorys_camera]

Right. But he had to have that conversation with Henry Kissinger some place, and you know where Kissinger's going. 😀

[adoptedwriter]

It was like 60 F here today. Very nice! I had to spend it running errands, but at least it was a nice, warm day.
I am nit much of a smoker...gummies or cookies are so much easier and less messy.

[mallorys_camera]

Considerably warmer where you are than where I am!

Still. High 40°s, no snow, December—-I'll take it. 😀