Full Moon

Yesterday isn't even a distant memory, but it took its toll and today I only had energy to bake the last of the fish from Ta Lin Market and make her a burrito when she came home from her rounds.

Now, at 5:34 p.m., she's gearing up for the one evening sit; I'm gonna go too, so we have some time together. Her schedule is full for the next week or so.

I took some garbage out to the dumpster. It's cold, clear and the full moon is at about 10 o'clock.

I was about to mention the quiet - the one day in the year - but a car just went by with music blasting; it's "the burbs" donchyaknow?

Lights & Firebags!

After the visit we went to Altura Park west of Washington. There was a group clustered around a fire singing. We walked for a bit until I got cold then drove through the neighborhood south of Constitution. She had an early-morning sit so we didn't stay out long.

Like a Cicada

Sahuarita, Arizona

This morning as I came up into consciousness I accidentally encountered my nose. It wasn't until I'd done a thorough exam (external) that I recognized the shape. But I couldn't feel it.

Surprised, I drifted around further and found the idea that my body is just a shell, it's not me. Then came the thot that death is similar to the way cicadas molt. That was a new one and I went on to speculate about how my carapace, or whatever, is wearing out.

Dr. Marin said I'd know the end was near when the meds stopped working. Well, they haven't stopped; going up one pill -- two and a half years after the heart attack means I'm now at her initially recommended dose.

I took an extra at 1:30 but it wasn't until 2.5 hours later I was able to get up. I'd tried several times over the course of the day and couldn't do it.

I think I may have done some damage the other day when I tried swimming in the colder water. I swam harder to try and get my body temp up enough to handle it, but it didn't work. I got out and it was all I could do to get inside the door of the therapy pool and into a nearby chair. (I've alerted the lifeguards to my DNR, but need to get neck, wrist & ankle bracelets.)

Since then the angina's been nagging...not bad, but noticeable. It was there this morning soon after I recognized Mr. Nose. I've also had an ongoing headache since the swim.

I've heard lobsters molt, but I've yet to hear one sing.

For the record.

23.Dec 9:30 a.m. - There's a layer of ice on the wildlife water/washbasin.