Some weird virus has its knives out for me right now. My head is stuffed up and I am a snotty, miserable mess, especially at night. Today is day three, but I think whatever it is that ails me sank its talons in during the Radiohead concert.
Speaking of Radiohead, they were the consummate musical professionals. The perfect mix of melancholy and slow, fast and aggressive.
In spite of feeling like shit, I went to Plattsburgh with Teena yesterday. Wandered around the quiet town centre. It’s old, it’s pretty, but you can pretty much cover it all in 30 minutes. There speaks the city snob. It was very relaxing to watch the fisherman on his boat with a dog alongside him wagging its tail happily. A perfect day for the view — a few picturesque clouds, but mostly sunny, and the Adirondacks curving into the sky in the distance.