Iced Coffee

On Saturday, hiding from heat, settle down to work on revising middle section of Murder Mystery. Before working, fix self large iced coffee. For once am focused, alert, and productive. Maintain high level of mood and output by near constant drinking and refreshing of iced coffee glass. When it comes time for a glass of wine and dinner, feel that both are well deserved. Remain alert. At one in the morning, Dave asks blearily if I don't want to turn off the lights. I do not want to turn off the lights, but do. Rest of night spent in trying cycle of going to bathroom, trips to kitchen (for drinking water) and bed (for the reliving of painful memories centered on own behavior in college--mortifying experiences with crushes, poor decisions involving planning for the future, wretched ideas about what was becoming or even appropriate to wear. By end of night, saying which contends that It is Better Regret Something You Have Done than Something you Haven't Done, is shown to be conclusively false.) Witness dawn; the sky a frightening blood red color. The next day, Sunday, feel resultingly feeble and achey. Am much less productive, but trudge along in edit. In afternoon when go out to deli to get seltzer knees, feel funny while walking. Worry. When get back to apartment, find knee pain self-test on internet. Take test. Discover that have arthiritis of the knee. Wonder if arthirtis will move to other joints. Feel likely that it will, in fact, fingers already very stiff. Have gloomy thought that baldness, paunchiness, dementia and death right around corner. Inform dave of diagnosis of arthritis. He asks sternly, Have you been looking on the internet again? Admit that I have. Try to defend the internet. Say, inanely that there it contains Lots of information. He says, yes, but you are highly suggestible--you like to pay attention to the worst case. Can see truth in this, but don't like to say so. Am horrified to hear self telling him about likely baldness--add, not confirmed by internet self-test. Dave says, Let me see. Says, Hmm. Am very alarmed,. Ask, What? Dave Says, It looks to me like you have too much hair--how about a haircut. Am very relieved and agree at once to trim--feel that nothing would feel nicer than to get rid of hair during such hot weather. Suggest haircut like a Buddhist monk. Dave counters with Choppy Tennis ball. Agree. Am extremely pleased with result and can't wait to show off at school.