I went in for an MRI today. I told the guy that I didn't care for it, the music was too loud. And then waiting for the injection to light up my skeleton for a bone scan, I read about the Japanese practice of Forest Bathing, shrinrin-yoku. It evens you blood pressure and strengthens your cancer fighting white cells. I knew walking in the arboretum was healing. So I drove to the lake and am now breathing in phytoncides. So there.
My appetite remains in force, but although I am as hungry as ever, I am getting picky. In searching for comfort food, all my phobias come to play. Do I want something new? Something cheesy? A cupcake? Who has the best cupcakes? Will they make me fat? Who cares? What kind of void am I really trying to fill? I have a lot of issues to sublimate!
Mmmm fishy creamy...
There was an alert posted to our neighbourhood list server about a lost cat. This grey and white shorthair was ticked off about a new dog in the family and took off. He was still missing after five days. Yesterday was extremely cold and it snowed. A message was posted: Found Cat. Turns out he was walking by, all casual, and allowed himself to be caught.
It was nice to have a day off and follow the sunlight from the windows and then with a walk, in parts. I don't see the sky from my work station. It's hard enough to hose the numbers from my shoes and pant cuffs when I leave for the day.