Done Since 2023-10-15

It may mean something that my soundtrack for the week has been "Everybody's Moon" -- but I have no idea what. And regret over missing today's Columbae reunion in California may have displaced much of the anxiety I would expect to have been feeling over my prostate diagnosis. (I note that my distress over that seems to have peaked sometime around Friday morning; that may be due to resignation. I also note that not feeling anxious about something that could very well eventually kill me is very unusual for me; it may be a case of dissociation. Or maybe just denial.) (And I may be, arguably, less anxious than I should be.)

It's possible that what's getting me through this is my fascination with the diagnostic procedures, both researching them and talking about them. An advantage of neurodiversity, perhaps. And getting a handle on the reunion debacle also helps. Whatever it is, I'm not going to complain too much. Nor am I going to complain about having a lot less pain from the foley catheter -- that problem was fixed by finally figuring out the right way (or at least a good way) to stabilize it.

These images, from a series called "Trees at Night", are absolutely gorgeous. So is this dance. The wind phone is brilliant. “This phone will never ring. It is connected by love to nowhere and everywhere. It is for those who have an empty place in their heart left by a loved one. Say hello, say goodbye. Talk of the past, the present, the future. The wind phone will carry your message.”

( Notes & links, as usual )