We have so few of these.
Denver weather – This year? Significantly cooler than usual. I have no complaints. In the era of climate change, Denver has dealt with years of hot, dry weather, punctuated with too many forest fires and smoky days obliterating the sun for weeks on end, particularly over the summer. January 2023 was a bit too cold perhaps, but the spring has been blissful. Even now, in mid-May, we are comfortably in the 60s and low 70s, and have hit 80 only twice or so. It hasn't been much wetter than usual this spring, but winter was, and the foliage around town can justifiably be called that. It's flourishing beautifully.
Trio – The 1987 album by Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, and Linda Ronstadt. I've only listened to half of it so far, but what a gorgeous collection. Three women in such great control of their voices, Each has such a distinctive voice, but when one takes the lead, the other two fall back into such gentle harmonies you can't tell who they would be. "Telling Me Lies" is a particular triumph for four women; Linda Thompson deserves multiple bows and a standing ovation for penning this wrenching song, allowing Linda Ronstadt to sing her heart out. Speaking of which...
Linda Ronstadt – I think there's gold here. And I say that not having grown up in the 1970s; I suspect people who did grow up then knew what a treasure they had when they heard her sing. "Telling Me Lies" is cluing me in, and I want to hear more. But beyond that, check this talk show interview from back in 1983. Linda is sharp as a tack. I love her tearing apart Rupert Murdoch around 7:45. This was decades before I'd even heard his name and knew what evil this guy was up to. I might check out her documentary too.
Vimpat – Or perhaps I should now say lacosamide. My antiseizure drug of choice since 2015. Lamotrigine/Lamictal treated me well until it didn't anymore, then a disastrous turn with Keppra led me to this drug. Just went generic this past year, making it much cheaper. It's the best one I've had. But any antiseizure drug is a deal with the devil; it will (ideally) prevent seizures, but it will also take some of your brain as payment. Dilantin gave me my first taste of brain fog, along with dry mouth and some strange reflux occasionally. Lamictal gave me some temporary air hunger, which was supremely weird. Keppra gave me lassitude, lack of coordination, and what's unaffectionately known as Kepp-rage. Vimpat has taken from me some ambition and drive, and possibly with the 25 pounds I've lost since last August, has given me a tendency toward dizziness, which is Vimpat's most salient side effect. This last may indicate a relative overdose; I might not need at 265 what I needed at 290. Who knows? But regardless, Vimpat has treated me with kid gloves relative to the other medications I've been on.
Ambient classical – My morning listening. On Spotify, a lot of this stuff eases me into the day. It's nice, but also indicates where my brain is nowadays. Loud, faster, brighter music just overwhelms me. Gone are the days I'd get off on punk, hardcore, heck, even some industrial. Unless I'm lifting, and even then...meh. I dunno. Is this further indication that Vimpat is a bit much for me? Or am I just bitching too much about life and not getting on with it?
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