August 6th having been Hiroshima Day, and the day after tomorrow (the 9th) being Nagasaki Day, I hereby proclaim this (the 7th): The Emperor-Still-Thinking-About-It Day--

Or, as it is apparently going to be remembered for the rest of Eternity: the day before two hurricanes in a row smote the Island of Oahu.   Reasonably and responsibly I should be laying in supplies, preparing for possible electricity and water shortages; so I will, late this morning, after I'll have seen my nice (Virgo, like myself), half Chinese, lady doctor, Laurie Lee, and will have got my monthly prescriptions, go to Walmart on Keeaumoku St., to get my prescriptions filled and to buy a few of those items (like concentrated cranberry juice and perhaps an external hard drive) which lie so conveniently to hand, and en vrac, at Walmart.