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journal - 2004-0611 - 1930 Yuck!; Gordianus the Finder; Reagan Yuck! I've spent the last three days at home with a sinus infection. (I've fogotten which number this one is, but I'm sure it's around 2,010.) This evening is the first time since the beginning of the week that I've not had a headache. And for that I'm most thankful. Wednesday I stayed home and slept. Or at least that's what I think I did; the day is very much a blank. Thursday, I decided I needed to go to the doctor, so I called and got an appointment for noon. But I also needed to go to the credit union to extract a few dollars to pay bills. After that I stopped at the bank to deposit the bills and a check. Then I stopped by the post office to mail a couple of books. After seeing the doctor ("That will be $75, please."), I dropped off a prescription at the pharmacy. And finally I had time to have lunch. Since I've been trying to cut back on expenses, this was my first time to eat at one of the national chains in about a week. I always eat at the bar because it's faster. The usual bar keep is on vacation, so a sub was standing in. And gads was he disorganized. Definitely made me miss the regular. Last weekend, I picked up the new Steven Saylor's Gordianus the Finder novel "The Judgment of Caesar." Saylor's recreation of the ancient Roman world is magical. In this book, he travels to Alexandria with his alling wife Bethesda who believes that the waters of the Nile will restore her to health. Of course, this just happens to correspond with the arrival of Pompey and Julius Caesar. Caesar is there to capture Pompey and also to intervene in the conflict between Ptolemy and Cleopatra. I rushed through the book to see what happened, so I need to do a re-read. Ptolemy has always been something of a mystery to me, but Saylor's depiction creates a vivid character. I could not help but notice the coverage of President Reagan's funeral on television today. I watched part of it out of an interest in the ceremony. (An interest independent of any political feelings.) I just turned on the tv, and the procession has only now arrived at the presidential library. The family must be exhausted. Mrs. Reagan certainly looks frail. What a dramatic setting! The library appears to face across hills and valleys lit by fading sunlight. A fitting resting place. PAX! journal | archives | home | e-mail |