Cold spots

Some clouds, 10C (10C)

It's nearly June in the Northern Hemisphere. What is with this weather? Mini-ice age, much?

If I don't order pizza this weekend and continue to be very frugal, I can go to the baths in Arima this weekend and straighten out that pile of boxes next weekend.

I can't wait to be thoroughly heated all the way through. And ginsen is supposed to be good for the gut and circulation in the extremities, and fatigue, and promote recovery after illness, etc... I think it will be so nice ; whenever I pay attention to my body, lately, it's complaining about something. And the weather this weekend should be decent for wandering around. While I'm there, I'm going to find a famous grove where fireflies go in summer and then I'll go there again later to experience this classic seasonal icon firsthand, for myself!

I felt well, again, today, which I take to mean that I've managed to avoid re-infecting myself--always a good thing!

===03h15===
Since I couldn't sleep, I uploaded those images and edited the accompanying post for my recent sightseeing trip to Nara, here.
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All's well that ends well

Mostly cloudy 15C (14C)

So--I think because of all that thinking about ginsen being good for the gut--last night, as I was just about to FINALLY fall asleep, a memory popped into my head from when I was in the hospital in Israel after that hiking incident when I started dying by the river at the bottom of the canyon and some Israeli Defense Forces reconnaissance and recovery reservists came to get me. The counselor who had stayed with me while the rest of the group hiked out came up to the side of the bed and asked if I was sure I hadn't taken any drugs, because the doctors and nurses were starting to get upset that my body wasn't responding the way they expected it to and it seemed like the only thing I could do after reassuring her that I hadn't taken any drugs was laugh and tell her that that was all normal for my body, anyway, and they should just keep doing what they know they should do that eventually my body would clue in and tag along...

Then as I drifted deeper into sleep, I thought of what happened in the group after that and remembered how glad I was to leave everyone behind and continue on my own (though I later met the medic who'd administered the saline at the bottom of that ravine--turns out he was a friend of a friend I made volunteering ; one of the many reasons I loved Israel was that it was small enough for that to happen pretty regularly but not small enough to feel constricted by it--and tried to reassure him that he did a good enough job while he pitifully examined the bruises that still ran from my lower forearm to about halfway up my biceps because I was still alive and those bruises would fade...) and how the Soviet kids reacted.

Which I think is why I had a crazy dream about having drinking parties with Soviet Israelis. But it looked a little more like a rugger party at some moments... and a gangland hit at others...

Tonight I plan to go to synagogue. It'll be my last predictable chance for a while...