catching the worm

I woke up this morning at 7:25 and sat in the hot tub. The sun was broken up into little steaming shaft-lets as it passed through the bush and above the steaming water. I've been up for 2.5 hours now, but all the housemates are still upstairs. Joe's coughs sound painful, poor guy. It's such a relief to have a 2 day weekend this week. Yesterday I sat out in dolores park with kiran, nikhila, and some other peeps, wriggling my naked feet and eating figs. Today Francisco has agreed to go on a hike with me, and things are just going great. I feel good. 3 cheers for fish oil and salads!

maybe, just maybe, progress is being made.

I've learned a lot about natural health the past couple months, and about how much better than normal it is possible to feel on a daily basis. I'll take the sporadic paychecks and lack of benefits, if it means having mornings like this. It does make me a little nervous though, thinking about how many of our planet's leaders probably have undiagnosed nutritional deficiencies and neurological imbalances. I want their brains making balanced decisions, not false moods.

Sorry, I don't know how to make jokes when I feel this good. Maybe hippies feel GREEEAAAT all the time, which is why they like the concerned and deep conversations. Bad diet = comedic gold? Is that why so many comedians are overweight?