Cloud Hammer, Second Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Helios): It may be Autumn, but outside it still feels like the Dog Days - 97°, and feels like 102° with the heat index factor thrown in.  Eduardo's now but a tropical depression over East Texas, but the Nacogdoches area is under flash-flood warnings. 

Too hot for my alternating day walk. I mean, technically I could walk outside today, unpleasant as it is, but why? I don't want to and you can't make me do it. I'll settle for a King George (less than a one-mile Washington).

I have a question and it's genuine. I really want to know. It's not rhetorical and it's not meant sarcastically or ironically. But here it is - why did white liberals and progressive agree to quickly with the far right that "woke" was a pejorative word and deny any association with the term? And as long as we're at it, why are there no defenders of DEI? What's wrong with diversity? Or equality? Or inclusiveness? 

"Awakening" and being "awake" have special meanings in Buddhism and are generally synonyms for "enlightened," so it's especially offensive to those of us who study the buddha-dharma to hear the word "woke" used pejoratively. I understand why the word is anathema in the MAGAsphere - it was associated with African-American speech and was used sarcastically by white christian nationalists to deride those who held progressive positions, i.e., "Oh, you're so woke." But rather than replying, "Fucking straight I'm woke, motherfucker," white liberals denied association with the term and now make ridiculous statements like, "I mean, I don't want to sound all woke or anything, but I think all U.S. citizens should have access to the vote."

And DEI. After the bigoted and corrupt Supreme Court declared that DEI-based college admissions were an unconstitutional form of discrimination, the Stable Genius' administration has run with the concept and is regularly purging government agencies of non-white and non-male employees as "DEI hires." Even four-star generals and world-recognized scientists. It's getting so ridiculous and so blatantly racist that they've even identified public amenities that mainly benefit impoverished or minority communities as "DEI," like "DEI bike trails" and "DEI transit." I wouldn't expect anything less from the current racist administration, but after some fifty year of supporting and watching the progress of the civil rights movement, I find it genuinely perplexing how the left, or even the midstream for that matter, aren't challenging these cuts and firings, and not trying to defend diversity or equality or inclusiveness.

Have white progressives just given up, "Well, what can you do?," or did they never really care all that much about policies they don't see as directly affecting themselves in the first place?   

 

First Day of Quest, First Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Electra): It's the first day of autumn, the fifth season in the New Revised Universal Solar Calendar, but it still feels more like a Dog Day outside than Autumn, at least here in Georgia. But we'll get there.

Friendly reminder that in the New Revised USC, each year has 366 days divided into six seasons of 61 days each. Each year starts with Childwinter and ends with Hagwinter, Childwinter is followed by Spring and Hagwinter is preceded by Autumn, and the remainder of the year between Spring and Autumn is divided into Midsommar and the Dog Days.  Yesterday was the last of the Dog Days and today is the first day of Autumn.

Each day of the New Revised USC has a specific name taken from Angus MacLise's original USC, although some of the names have been moved around. The names are virtually impossible to memorize, but all you need to know for Autumn is the first day is known as First Day of Quest and the 61st and last day is Last Day of Quest. The autumnal equinox falls on the 21st day, Day of the Blood Sun. The 24th dozenth day of the year (two dozen dozen) is the 44th day of Autumn and is called Tenth Ocean, and a dozen days after that is the Eleventh Ocean.

Each season has a five-day sequence of same-named days, sort of like a holiday celebration, and in Autumn, the 33rd to 37th days are First Day of the World Course, Second Day of the World Course, and so on to the Fifth Day of the World Course.  

Weeks in the New Revised USC consist of six days to evenly fit into the 366 days and so each year begins on the first day of the week and each year ends on the last day of the week. The days of the weeks area all named for stars, with the final and ultimate day named for our star, the Sun, Helios. The first five days of the week are in alphabetical order for mnemonic purposes and are Aldebaran, Betelgeuse, Castor, Deneb, and Electra. 

If all that's sounding difficult and complicated, here's a calendar of the Autumn season to help make sense of it all.

If your question isn't "What?," but "Why?," I'm afraid I may not have an answer for you. Who needs or wants an alternative calendar? I don't know. I ask myself why I'm trying to format this blog to the New Revised USC, and the closest I can come to an answer is, "Because I can?"

The original USC was developed by artist, poet, and calligrapher Angus MacLise, a founding member of The Velvet Underground who was fired from the band by Lou Reed before the first album was recorded. MacLise revised the USC at least once, and I made several additional changes of my own, including six seasons instead of MacLise's five, adding a 366th day, the six-day weeks and the weekday names, and moving many of the day names around to fit the revised format, although I kept all of the names to preserve the poetry of MacLise's orignal. 

This blog has an avatar for each season, so no more images of Barkley now that the Dog Days are over and we're retiring the hound until next year. The avatar for Autumn is a Retired Old Man in the autumn of his life, based on an idealized (and glamorized) version of my own face as interpreted by an AI image generator. So you're stuck with my gray beard and balding head for the next 60 days.

That all got a lot more involved and complicated than I had intended! At this point, I either got you to understand my methods and approach, or convinced you that I have indeed lost my mind - or maybe both.

 

Dog Days End, 61st of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Deneb): The Dog Days of the New Revised Universal Solar Calendar coincide almost exactly with the Gregorian months of July and August. They began on July 2 and end today, August 31. Autumn starts tomorrow.

It was a bit more comfortable today, at least drier if not cooler. I got a long walk in today, nine miles, although my miserly phone only gave me credit for an 8.3-mile Van Buren. To be sure, it's still summer and I sweated and needed a shower as soon as I got back home, but walking outdoors didn't feel like walking through soup at least. We'll see if summer actually ends by the first day of USC autumn tomorrow (it's forecast to be a degree warmer than today).

Speaking of weather (which I'm aware that I speak far too often of), the remnant of Dolly are still forecast to arrive at Mar-A-Lago this week, although all eyes are of Tropical Storm Five, soon to be Eduardo,  which is scheduled to make landfall on the Texas coast tomorrow afternoon. Where it goes after that is anybody's guess, but if you live in Texas Hill Country, be advised - there might be flash floods this week.

There were flash floods on the Colorado River this weekend, killing two, and twelve are still unaccounted for. The death toll from the flash flood last week in Nepal and Tibet has risen to 939 people, with more than 4,400 missing on the two sides of the border.

The current El Nino is now stronger than at any point in the last 1,000 years. Not going to be stronger, not forecast to be stronger, it already is stronger and will only gain strength. We know it's stronger based on fossilized Galapagos Island corals which were studied to reconstruct the strength of previous El Nino/La Nina cycles. Studies of the fossils have confirmed that recent Super El Ninos in modern times are significantly stronger than anything recorded in the pre-industrial age. Temperature variability is now 36.5% higher than during the pre-industrial period up to 1850, with a clear skew in the positive direction showing that it is primarily the El Nino rather than the La Nina phase which is getting stronger.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed your Dog Days. Here's to an auspicious Autumn! 

 

 

 

The Glass Limbo, 60th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Castor): In the 1980s, New Zealand researcher James R. Flynn identified a consistent rise in IQ scores across the world throughout the 20th century. This became known as the Flynn Effect, and was initially interpreted as evidence of humanity getting smarter - perhaps thanks to better nutrition, education, and healthcare.

But by the 1990s, the trend reversed. Because of its compulsory military service, Norway had a massive database of cognitive testing, covering more than 730,000 men from 1962 to today. The data revealed that IQ scores peaked among those born around 1975 and have been declining since. The average drop is about 7 points per generation.

Similar trends have been identified in the UK, where teenagers in the 2000s tested lower than their 1980s counterparts, and researchers elsewhere around the world have observed the same pattern in developed countries.

The leading theory is that the decline isn’t genetic but environmental, a reflection of how modern life is reshaping our brains. Today’s children grow up immersed in a world of screens, scrolling, and superficial content. Quick dopamine hits from social media and 30-second videos have replaced deep reading and problem-solving. Studies suggest that merely checking your phone or email can temporarily reduce IQ by up to 10 points. Educational systems, pressured to meet standardized benchmarks, often "teach to the test" rather than nurture independent thinking.

As a society, we’ve lost the traditional checks on intellectual quality. Before social media, books and journalism underwent rigorous editing. Now, content floods our feeds without any such gatekeeping. As a result, many people are absorbing the thoughts not of experts or educators but of influencers, bloggers, and pseudo-celebrities, many of whom probably couldn’t pass a high-school exam.

Kind of explains how some 73 million Americans could vote for the Stable Genius, doesn't it?

 

Listening, 59th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): Georgians have paid $1.4B extra for gas since the start of the Iran War according to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. But I still see MAGA adherents on social media saying the Stable Genius is tirelessly working day and night to do everything he can for the working man and to lower prices, and any inflation or rising prices is still Biden's and Obama's fault. 

Remnants of Dolly are still producing showers and thunderstorms and could produce strong to near gale-force winds and rough seas. The National Hurricane Center forecasts the remnants making landfall in South Florida, so there's still a chance it could wash away Mar-A-Lago, that gaudy infestation of corruption and refuge for pedophiles. A separate low-pressure system in the northern Gulf waters is producing scattered showers and isolated thunderstorms and has a low chance of development into a tropical storm over the next week. 

Despite somewhat cooler temperatures here in Atlanta today, I didn't take my alternating-day walk today. The reason was simple: there was a Red Sox-Yankees doubleheader today. Any Red Sox-Yankees game is a good reason to alter one's plans, but a double header and both televised (we don't get that many televised games here in Atlanta, and I refuse to pay for the NESN app or for the MLB package on cable), well, that's a whole other matter. And this season, when the Red Sox have mounted a turnaround and comeback of Biblical proportions, and this series, with so much playoff potential on the line, well, that seals it. Walk, schmalk - I'm gonna couch potato it today and watch all 18 innings (at least) of both games today. My trail's not going anywhere but maybe my Red Sox are. We shall see.

 

Waymarks of the Otherland, 58th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Aldebaran): The number of people now missing from the flood in Nepal has risen to 1,924, with 93,000 survivors in a state of "great need." This is beyond heart-breaking. The humanitarian crisis is almost beyond comprehension. 

Historian Heather Cox Richardson is about the only person I see picking up on the story about RFK, Jr. lying to Congress. In her newsletter, she notes that Kennedy’s visit to Samoa empowered anti-vaccine activists there, and after he left, a measles epidemic killed 83 people. Knowingly lying to Congress is a crime, although it is rarely prosecuted. Still, the apparent proof that Kennedy lied to Congress is a clear opening for hearings into Kennedy’s testimony, history, and conduct in office, including changing the vaccine schedule after promising not to. If Senator Rand Paul could only redirect some of his irrational hatred of Anthony Fauci toward the U.S. health official who actually is harming the health of Americans.

Yesterday, RFK, Jr. suggested that Governor Josh Shapiro’s announcement of the deaths of two unvaccinated people in Pennsylvania from measles might “have been altogether fabricated by one of the Governor’s hopeful staffers.” One of the deceased was a newborn, too young for the vaccine and thus dependent on herd immunity. 

The MAGA/MAHA faction is playing the some old game they tried to play during the covids. "They didn't die from covid - they died from respiratory failure," and "Covid didn't kill them, pneumonia did." Those arguments ignore the fact that the respiratory failure and pneumonia were caused by the covids and/or exacerbated by the covids. It's like if I dropped an anvil on someone's head and tried to argue, "The anvil didn't kill then, they died of blunt force trauma."   

As forecast, Dolly petered out in the Atlantic and is no longer considered a tropical storm. There may still be damage and flooding from heavy rains in the Leeward Islands from the remnants of Dolly, but it looks now like the poetic justice of Mar-A-Lago being washed away by Hurricane Dolly isn't going to come to pass. We're counting on you now, Edouard.

 

Day of the Iron Gate, 57th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Helios): The area of low pressure southwest of the Cabo Verde Islands is now officially Tropical Storm Dolly. I suppose the alphabetical naming sequence was going to produce the name "Dolly" regardless of the news, but it seems a little ironic that it came up right after the death of Dolly Parton.  

In any event, T.S. Dolly could be nearing the Leeward Islands by this weekend but is forecast to degenerate into a tropical wave before it reaches there. Still, heavy rain from this system could begin to affect the Leeward Islands late Saturday and early Sunday, and the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico and Hispaniola by Sunday and Monday. The heavy rain may produce flash flooding, especially in mountain areas.

Light rain was falling when I got up this morning, but I still managed to get in a five-mile Monroe during the afternoon. I deliberately walked a somewhat shorter route due to the humidity and chance of showers in the late afternoon, although as of 5:30 pm, they still haven't materialized.

Another tree fell in the neighborhood early today, blocking one of the three entrances to my block. No one was hurt, and power wasn't affected, but yet another tree down feels ominously prophetic.

Documents obtained by The Guardian and the Associated Press indicate that U.S. Health Secretary Robert F Kennedy, Jr. lied during two congressional hearings last year when he told lawmakers that a 2019 visit to Samoa had “nothing to do with vaccines.” However, in a letter to the Samoan Prime Minister before the trip, Kennedy explicitly said he wanted to study the measles, mumps and rubella (MMR) vaccine, using the words “vaccine” or “vaccination” eight times. In the letter, he wrote that he believed the deaths of two children there were associated with an MMR vaccination, adding “I would propose my team conduct detailed health informatics assessment in Samoa of what happened with your MMR vaccines.”  Kennedy’s Samoa visit came just months before a measles outbreak swept through the island, killing 83 people. This week, two unvaccinated people died in Pennsylvania from measles. Kennedy needs to be impeached and removed from office immediately for lying to Congress before his reckless and superstitious polices kill more Americans.

U.S. ships handle approximately 71 million metric tons of freight annually through Canada's St. Lawrence Waterway, approximately 50% of the system's total traffic. The 15-lock bottleneck known as the St. Lawrence Seaway in Ontario conveys around 37 to 38 million metric tons annually. The majority of U.S. freight moving through the corridor consists of heavy bulk commodities like iron ore, agricultural grain (wheat, corn, soybeans), and construction and energy materials like stone, cement, salt, potash, and liquid petroleum products. 

Wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if Canada shut the Seaway to U.S. freighters in retaliation of the Stable Genius' tariffs and trade war, or started charging exorbitant "access fees" to U.S. traffic, just like Iran shut down the Strait of Hormuz? The Stable Genius could rename the waterway the "Strait of Whore Moose."

 

Day of the North Sea, 56th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Electra): The pain in my chest is completely gone. Vanished. Kaput. Even if I breathe in as deeply as I can and put my full attention on where I used to feel the pain, there's nothing. As if it never happened. Five more days until I see the doctor, but at this point, why bother?

Showers and thunderstorms associated with the area of low pressure a few hundred miles southwest of the Cabo Verde Islands have changed little in the past several hours. Environmental conditions are still favorable for development into a tropical depression, which could form over the next day or two as the system moves westward across the Atlantic. However, conditions are still forecast to become less favorable for development over the weekend.

Let's take a look at the headlines. "More than 150 bodies found with hundreds still missing after powerful floods along Tibet-Nepal border sweep away houses, roads and bridges." That's heartbreaking, and my empathy and compassion go out to all survivors. 

"Tim Curry, star of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and It, dies at aged 80." Impermanence is swift - first Dolly, now Curry. I wasn't a fan of Rocky Horror - I went to one midnight showing in the 1980s, threw toast at the appointed time and yelled, "Janet, you bitch," on cue but never understood some people's enthusiasm. 

"U.S. faces surging toilet paper prices amid trade war with Canada." Nothing highlights the idiocy and incompetency of the Stable Genius' policies than the continued appearances of the most expected outcomes to his actions. The jokes about "So full of shit, we literally ran out of toilet paper" just write themselves, which is good, because we're probably out of writing paper, too. 

"Judge allows postal service effort to restrict mail voting, for now." Seriously? What the fuck, amerika? Why are you so enthusiastic about ruining this country?

I missed my alternating-day sitting today. I put it off until too late, and then spent several hours on the phone and in email with my sister trying to figure out why I can receive texts from her, but my replies go to some other persons who's getting real annoyed about the unsolicited messages he's getting from me. I can still make up the lost time with an evening sit, but I probably won't - it's okay to miss a day here or there, as long as one doesn't make a habit out of it.

 

Swept Into, 55th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Deneb): Six more days until I can see a doctor, but now the pain in my chest (heart? lungs? muscle?) is all but gone. If I breathe very, very deeply, I can barely feel a trace of it, and probably wouldn't even notice it if not for the more acute pain last weekend. Now I wonder, should I even tell the doctor about it or just allow him to examine me and let him find what he finds. If I say something, it'll be x-ray, at least - probably an MRI - and who needs that? 

Dolly Parton died today. Impermanence is swift. I liked her - the person, the philanthropist, the feminist icon. Couldn't stand her music. I like country music, I just don't care for her brand of cornball Nashville pop, though - too many syrupy strings, maudlin lyrics, simple rhythmic structures. Give me Merle Haggard, Buck Owens, Dwight Yoakam, even George Strait. But beyond her music, Dolly made the world a better place and was a good person. We'll miss her.

Showers and thunderstorms associated with an area of low pressure southeast of the Cabo Verde Islands appears likely to become a tropical depression during the next day or two while it moves westward across the Atlantic. Environmental conditions could become less conducive for development by the weekend.

Two unvaccinated people died of measles in Pennsylvania. Impermanence is swift and the unvaccinated make it even swifter, and there's no need to elaborate on that statement any further. 

I got in (another) argument with Google AI today. I asked it to translate the Arabic phrase, الترجمة الحرفية فعلاً مضيعة المعنى, لو هترجمها هفكك الجملة الأول, and it replied, "literal translation truly ruins the meaning; if I were to translate it, I would break." I asked it to give me a figurative or general translation then - I mean, I don't need a literal translation and I certainly didn't mean to break the internet with my simple request. Again, it replied, "literal translation truly ruins the meaning; if I were to translate it, I would break." 

Now I was getting mad. "Just fucking try, you goddamn stupid bot," I wanted to say, but I didn't. I toned it down and asked it to at least translate the key words for me. "'الترجمة الحرفية' is 'literal translation'," it replied. "'فعلاً مضيعة المعنى' is 'truly ruins (wastes) the meaning'." It was only then that I realized the Arabic phrase I was asking about was, in English, "literal translation truly ruins the meaning; if I were to translate it, I would break" and that I had left off the rest of the sentence, "I would break down/deconstruct the sentence first."

Okay, the AI won that round, but it got lucky. My bad. Don't let that happen again.

 

The Deserted Garden, 54th of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Castor): As you can see, I'm posting again today, so it means that I'm still not dead. The pain in my heart or in my lungs or whatever when I breath in deeply died down but did not disappear yesterday, and it stayed at the same low but still noticeable level all day today. Seven more days until I can see a doctor. 

The State of Nevada filed a lawsuit challenging the Department of Interior and the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation plans to cut their access to water from the Colorado River by 20%. Much or most of the water goes toward agriculture, mostly alfalfa for feeding livestock. Beef prices are up, along with almost everything else, and in an attempt to address the affordability crisis, the Stable Genius announced he will allow 300,000 metric tons of beef to be imported, mostly from Argentina, and sold 25% below market value for the next 90 days. However, China reportedly rejected a 22-ton shipment of beef from Argentina in March after detecting traces of a banned antibiotic, and concerns over an international screwworm epidemic have consumers worried about the safety of Argentine beef.

Some are calling for a 90-day boycott on beef until the Argentine import window closes, but I would take it further than that. Stop eating beef altogether. In fact, stop eating meat. Do you want to throw a monkey wrench in the Stable Genius' plan to claim he's addressing affordability while simultaneously helping out his far-right friends in the Argentine government? Want to save the Colorado River? Stop eating beef. Stop eating meat. 

Eat like I've been eating for the past several years: an English muffin and black coffee for breakfast, a banana-strawberry-blueberry smoothie for lunch (just not Publix' frozen blueberries, because they're contaminated with E. coli), and a salad for dinner. Peanuts for snacks between meals. You'll lose weight and feel better, as well as save water in the Colorado and elsewhere, and muck up the Stable Genius' import plans. Win, win, win. You can thank me this time next year (just kidding - there will be no next year).

Just kidding - no one knows what's in the future or if there will even be a future. No one knows what in our beef or where it's from, what's on our blueberries, what's in our drinking water. No one knows the true extent of our military losses in Iran, or who's winning the Ukraine-Russian war, or the full scope of the atrocities in Gaza. No one knows why each sequel to Game of Thrones is worse than the one before it, or why the original GoT went ass-up in its final season.   

No one knows how long they will live, or when they will die.      

 

Entryway of the Dipper, 53rd of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): Not dead yet. The heart is still ticking, and all day yesterday, as the hours passed, the pain that I had experienced in my chest became less and less noticeable and required deeper and deeper breaths to experience. I can still feel it today, but only on the deepest of breaths, and it feels more like a "pressure" than something I would call a "pain." Also, now it feels more like it may be my lungs instead of my heart. But what do I know? I'm not a doctor.

Still, better safe than sorry. I scheduled a doctor's appointment for the 61st and final of the Dog Days, which was the earliest I could get.     

As my internal body falls apart, I watch the external world fail as well. It's still oppressively hot, and I used my health today as an alibi to not push things and take my alternating-day walk (it all started after my walk two days ago). But it's really the heat and humidity - who wants to work out in that soupy weather? 

The Stable Genius is now in a trade was with Canada, of all people, and is laying the groundwork to declare a national emergency by spewing election conspiracy theories to sow public distrust in the democratic process. A study found that 85% of personal-care products tested, ranging from shampoo to baby lotions, contained unlabeled toxic chemicals, including phthalates, PFAS, and formaldehyde. Dog food is being recalled due to the presence of metal contamination, eye drops over sterility issues, and foods rang from jalapeño peppers to ice cream to soup due to Salmonella and Listeria. A recall of frozen blueberries (a staple of my daily smoothies) sold at Publix stores (where I get them) was upgraded to its highest health-risk classification due to an E. coli outbreak. It's getting to the point where you don't want to go to the supermarket anymore without a printout of the latest FDA recall notices, but even that is no longer considered a reliable source.

The world is shit, the United Snakes is completely off the rails, it's too hot to walk outside, and my internal organs are going through some things. But at least now I'm free from the scourge of paying reasonable prices for timber products from Canada.

 

Lion of the Virgin, 52nd of the Dog Days, 526 M.E. (Aldebaran): I'm 72 years old and slowly dying. Old age, gradual slowdown of metabolism and immunity systems, etc. The doctors tell me I'm actually quite healthy "for my age," but that qualifier is an acknowledgement of the mortality inherent in existence.

I bring this up because right now I'm wondering if I'm not having some kind of cardiac incident. I'm 99.9% sure I'm not having any sort of heart attack but starting yesterday, after my Madison in the brutal Dog Day heat of Georgia, there's a sharp pain in my chest whenever I breathe in deeply.  

I'm not experiencing shortness of breath, dizziness, or the feeling of a constriction in my chest, the classic warning signs of a heart attack. A former coworker of mine had a heart attack while he was home alone and managed to drive himself to the hospital, and later told me it felt like there had been an elephant sitting on his chest. It doesn't feel that way at all to me. Just a sharp pang deep in my chest whenever I breathe in deeply.

My chest isn't sore and there's no pain when I touch, prod, or even thump on it. There's no pain between deep breaths and no pain during ordinary, casual breathing. But on a deep inhalation, I feel a sharp. little stabbing sensation right in my left breast. I worried if my heart hadn't somehow become enlarged, and the pressure from fully expanded lungs wasn't causing the pain, or if it was just some old-man muscle ache after overexerting myself during the peak of a Georgia summer.  

I decided against going to the Emergency Room on a Friday night while they triage between gunshot victims and auto-accident survivors. I figured I'd wait and see if it passed, got worse, or what. Eventually, I even managed to nearly forget about it while I was breathing easily during my evening leisure in the comfort of my home. 

I didn't want to sleep on my left side, but eventually found myself  rolling over onto my left anyway. I don't give much credence to the interpretation of dreams, but as I slept I dreamed that as I was walking through a parking lot, someone suddenly opened a car door and pinned me to another vehicle and I couldn't escape. I awoke wondering in the dream wasn't my subconscious reacting to the sensation in my chest. I fell back asleep, but in a subsequent dream I was holding some cute but bizarre furry little animal to my chest, the subconscious mind apparently still fixated on that part of my body. 

When I got up this morning, the pain was still there and still only when I took a deep breath in. As per my morning ritual, I took my blood pressure and it was 105/66, well within normal range. A "normal" blood pressure doesn't mean there's not a problem, but an abnormal BP would have been a red alert. 

To see if the pain was muscular or internal, I ran a little experiment. I took an Aleve, which I find quite effective at easing muscle pains, and sure enough, after a while I could still notice the sensation during a deep inhalation, but it was far less intense. I experimented further during my alternating-day meditation today, deliberately breathing in deeply to observe the sensation, leaning into the pain rather than trying to avoid it was per one's usual custom. Sure enough, the more times I did it, took a long, deep breath in, the less the perception of pain in my breast. The sitting occurred some six hours after I had taken the Aleve, so it couldn't have been the drugs finally kicking in.

It's now been 24 hours since I first noticed the pain. I'm not going to the ER tonight (Saturday nights are even more chaotic there than Fridays), but I was planning to schedule my annual wellness exam soon, so come Monday morning, if the creek don't rise and I don't have a coronary, I'll schedule an appointment with my osteopath and discuss my little internal science projects with him.