Observations

I question the wisdom of going to Blue Sky tonight. I am a little apprehensive about the crowd thing. I do not fear visiting with the people but the closed in, loudness of it all. Sensory overload aptly describes the feeling. I will not let Bruce down.

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I met another CFer yesterday. I went off on S about taking control and her secondary disease. How do you know that treating the secondary disease will not make a difference in the way you feel unless you have tried or at least talked to a specialist in that field? I realize many docs spend all day treating patients and may not see a link between their specialty and another. Docs do need openmindedness, though.

S remarked about my usual bluntness (she was nice enough to call it something else). I guess I no longer have the patience for games. Never did really. But I need to remember tact as well.

This & that

Observations about FB: people spell and type horribly; most posts fit into the mundane category; posted pictures express better than words, mostly; some use the opportunity to expound on world views, some on their faith; my view is narrow, but expands continually; I do not regret any new contacts; I am grateful.

Signs of spring: you see through a layer of snow that the grass needs mowing; you see a white plastic lawn chair blowing down the street; you take a heavy friend with you to the downtown bank; your theme song switches from Winter Wonderland to I'll Fly Away; that smog you see is dirt; you mourn daffodil blooms encased in ice.

More signs of spring: skateboarders out in flocks; cats in windows sunning; baby birds joining in the morning chat; neighbors sitting outside in their salvaged from the Dumpster chairs; crops of baby soccer players running randomly on the pitch; the sound of wood on horsehide; lily white shirtless men doing yardwork; Cadbury eggs.

I miss you so much, dude.

Later.