Quite evening

Yesterday, I made the mistake of taking a prescription decongestant/antihistamine around 8 pm. Mistake. Big mistake. Big Big mistake. Could not go to sleep. Felt like a zombie. Finally drifted off around 1:30; woke up at 4:30. Could not go back to sleep. B U M M E R ! ! ! Have noticed that whenever I come down with a bug of any kind, the serotonin levels go haywire. So in addition to not being able to sleep, I was depressed as hell. Whine! Whine! Whine!

This is another quite evening. Even though the Interstate is blocks away, the traffic noise is amazingly penetrating. You can easily pick out the rumble of an 18-wheeler. Especially noticeable is the high-pitched Doppler squeal of a speeding motorcycle. There is an almost eerie aural beauty to these mechanical sounds.

I came across a wonderful story about the English writer, Quentin Crisp who was making a tour of Northern Ireland. He had just indicated he was an atheist, when an elderly lady stood and said, "Yes, but is it the God of the Catholics or the God of the Protestants in whom you don't believe?"

PAX!