Yesterday I made an appointment for my complementary colonic at Hippocrates. Because, said the spa woman, they “sometimes fill up.” She asked if I wanted to add the “wheatgrass implant” for $10. I said, “I don’t know, do I ?” “Yes,” she said. “We highly recommend it. It nourishes and hydrates the colon.” Okay. So. Yeah.
And today, I’m having a no-electricity day inside. The kind of day where I just lack the physical spark to do things. Though I did go on a pre-Florida flip-flop hunt. But after last night’s extensive hurlage (food poisoning? Chemo leftovers? The smell of my neighbor’s cat piss?), I didn’t have the energy to continue the hunt after 8th street failed me. Anyway.
That’s all for now. If I haven’t called or emailed you back, please assuage my guilt by not taking it personally. I have 27 unanswered emails in my inbox. Which is good, because the love is coming in. For now, a mass ‘thank you’ is going out. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Anne Lamott says that’s the easiest way to pray: “help me, help me, help me” and “thank you, thank you, thank you.”
So thanks.
