City of Legends

I am back on the East Coast.  On MY computer.  Still slightly reeling from the whole eight billion degree weather in the San Fernando Valley and the assassination attempt by a corporate spokesman chihuahua, but keeping my sense of humour.

I will give a full, unvarnished and truly surreal report later.

Right now, I need a pillow.  To myself.  For a few hours.

That’s no typo. It was 114 degrees in the San Fernando Valley yesterday. And by reports it is that hot today.

Smelting steel on your car hood, anyone?

The food poisoning is facing, although I am left with some temporary infirmities that I am working around. I adapt, as anyone who actually knows me will tell you. I am sort of like the description that the android Ash gives of the facehugger alien after serious scientific analysis in the movies Alien:

Well, it’s an interesting combination of elements making him a… tough little son-of-a-bitch.

Barb, it has been said before…wounds are possible. Death? Unproven.

I am getting stronger. Not happy with the aches and pains and inconveniences, but maybe this was God’s way of a) making sure I did keep to my promise to modify my diet and b) get me to rest. Maybe food is now my enemy? That would be interesting.

Spent some time this morning with Peri. In fact, I have spent time with her every day since Tuesday. It has been nice. I picked up some new running shoes and got back to walking. Brutal, in my condition, but I have been easy on myself on several fronts and I am not going to hurl myself into the teeth of the world in anything less than full battle condition.

Any idea how much ice-cold lemonade hurts on a bruised stomach lining? Ouch.

Tomorrow evening I lift back to the DC suburbs. On Sunday I will complete the engineering on Evangelist and announce the final track list. Those who owed me tracks and don’t get them in by them? Screw em. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to keep moving, leaving others behind. I will see if they get something into me later worthy of release, but not on this CD.

I don’t know, based on the medical prognosis, if the damage done by the food poisoning will impact my stamina for the tour. We shall see over the next few weeks.

Yes, 104 degrees in the Valley, with an expectation of 106 for Friday. About the only thing that could make this trip more vivid is if I got food poisoning/

Oh, I did.

I was up all last night with it and I still feel pretty wasted, but I wasn’t going to give up, so here I am, at least minimally blogging. I don’t know if I have the energy to be posting to Amomancer right now. We shall see.