year of the dragon

No, it's the Year of the Ox, according to the Chinese lunar calendar.  But in researching what this means, I discovered I was born in the Year of the Dragon, and have been confidently breathing fire ever since.  This is "the" sign of power, high self-esteem, and overall superiority.  Of course, I've known this for years, but confirmation feels good.

We are what we think.  Simple.  And if we really put some time into this, we recognize that what we think is equally not who we are.

Which leads me to the Crisis of the Day.  Rich saw his acupuncturist today, and she is concerned about his retaining of fluids, most noticeable in his feet, right hand, and face.  A rash is developing, too.  So he has an appointment with his primary care physician on Monday, although Rich is concerned enough that he might seek treatment (if needed) sooner.

But we still had to eat.  Off to Ithaca Bakery, our favorite local spot, for soups and breads, muffins and coffees.

"I used to be healthy," Rich says, sadly.

Rich was born in the Year of the Rabbit, and they're known to be cautious types  who assess carefully before they jump. So Rich, with his meticulous plots providing plenty of supporting evidence, knows he isn't where he wants to be, and I am tempted to summon my fire -- whoosh! -- and destroy his discouraging data screaming you're sick!

Sigh.  I'm not a real dragon.

Candace