12.10.12   

     So warm around here. Hearing all the nutso struggles in our political arena about filibusters and so many illogical things, which I guess simply comes w. the territory of trying to run a big country of humans.

     Out back, I washed the little safe enclosure the possum sleeps in every night, and put down several layers of poly fleece to keep the cold concrete away. It is inside the back doorway, behind a big piece of plywood, so small coyote-free tunnel. So adorable to see their impression left on the blankets when I bring the dog out each morning.

     In the meantime, life is puttering along...the pace quickening w. holidays. I remind my clients that holidays are optional and there are no rules. We all seem to think there are rules about it all and so many fret about money and thinking they have to DO things.... when truly, not only do we get to make our own wisest choices, but if necessary, we can say to those who know us, or even care about us, that we are simply trying to live in a sane balanced manner.                                       .       Thursday morning in my practice,  a stiff person in their 90's w. a new disc out, a farmer w. his sore spots and nerve stuff, a singer w. constriction. Immunity improving in others, chronic respiratory challenges on the mend. Man, what a lucky person I am to have this job.

     Plus, every morning when I arrive, I see where the office possum was last night, because they come by, having midnight dinner in my garden, and then leave poops in a line, day after day, all along the edge of the walks. Noone knows all these little dark bundles are turds but me, and I find it pretty hysterical. Guess after that late dinner, they just have to poop right then and there. Territorial, or utilitarian? Ah well, off we go into winter.