Miscellaneous

After feeling almost normal yesterday (no naps, much accomplished), this morning I was back to feeling as though my left ear had filled with water.  So, back to the doctor I went (third time in a week), and emerged this time with a prescription for a steroid to reduce inflammation in my ear.

We'll see.  So far I'm just fidgety and irritated, but if I pitch a no-hitter or lie to Congress, I'll let you know.

It's a small thing, but when the young physician came in the room, shook my hand then immediately picked up my book with interest and asked "what's this about?", I was very gratified when I managed to pop out with, "A social history of England in the decades prior to Victoria.  Scenes of Hogarthian debauchery, that sort of thing."   The impressive bit isn't the words, but that I spit the words out just after his opening the door woke me up from a ten minute doze.  Normally I'm confused on my name after waking up.

I didn't mention that it annoyed me that the book's author looks much younger than I do (and is), and, for that matter, so did the physician.  I only call the young ones "Doogie" in the privacy of my  home.   (Slate's reviewer commented that the dust jacket photo makes Wilson look 14.  This actually kept me from reading the book for several months after I purchased it, but I'm glad I got over it.  It's really very, very good.)

Speaking of old British things, I did manage to get to the salon yesterday - and had my hair cut in the style of Victoria Beckham.