Health

Yesterday, the theme of what constitutes the Good Life seemed to find its way into many of interactions that came my way ....

In meetings with visitors in my office, existential questions arose over "Is it worth it?" .... "What's it all about" .... "How can we possibly integrate all the years that have gone by and make sense of them" ....

At a reading group, I was I was the irritant, after those visits, who kept wondering about why the specialists in treating Mental Illness spent so little time focusing on the differences in the way health is conceptualized.

Then, this morning, M told me that visiting kids and grandkids spotted a red-red Cardinal foraging in the Rhodies and Azaleas. I don't know the Big Answers, but that Bird needs to fly South out of this brutal North Eastern Winter .... And so do I.

Woke up, yesterday and once again, to snow. I'm gonna get me a possum rifle and go shoot Puksatawny Phil ... whatever his name is.

Disgruntled and Too-Tired-to-be-Witty in Philly.