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June gloom
Tuesday, June 1 1999
There are only two memory aids concerning weather in San Diego. These are "May grey" and "June gloom." The latter was in full effect on this, the first day of June. In the morning the air was the usual 59 degrees Farenheit beneath grey skies as I crossed over the San Diego River at 7:30 AM . The tide was as low as I'd ever seen it, revealing a hitherto unknown abundance of a type of submerged grasslike vegetation. In the afternoon, a chill descended and the clouds rolled in, spitting occasional rain drops on me as I went on an errand to take care of some bank business. As I rode home this evening, the clouds formed an especially high ceiling for the sky. I could determine the height of the clouds by how far planes had to go out from the airport before vanishing through them. A huge British Air jumbo jet laboured through a wide southward spiral, reaching the clouds somewhere south of Tijuana.
Eric the Defense Engineer is over tonight and Kim and him are sharing a dinner of fake turkey made of tofu, since I already ate a dinner of workplace-provided Mexican food. We've been talking about the social stress my online journal has introduced into our lives as the shocking news of its existance has spread throughout our social group. The way I see it (as I always have) is that any friends my journal causes me to lose aren't the kind I'd want to have anyway. Still, sometimes I wish I didn't have this particular monkey on my back.
Eric the Defense Engineer is leaving tomorrow for a new job in Ann Arbor, Michigan, the place where Kim and I first met.
Sophie's been puking a lot of late, so today Kim took her to see the vet. $230 later, she's been diagnosed with mild pancreatitis, a common disease among Schnauzers. Veterinarians probably have a special set of expensive diagnosis options when rich-people dogs come in. Under a new health regime, Sophie can't eat any food for 24 hours and has to take pills from a prescription of Metronidazole. Kim says that an x-ray revealed the presence of a rather large backlog (I love that word!) of feces in Sophie's colon.
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