It was 48 this morning, in mid August no less. A blessing of cool Canadian high pressure air. I blocked the door open at work, trying to get that wonderful air into my sealed box of a modern office. I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air detoxify me down to my toenails. I didn't have a busy schedule today, it is August.
Patients are also on vacation.
The office rhythm just gets out of sync. The newspaper is filled with their smiling faces. Healers advertising is, to me, unseemly. It's as if we want to make well people feel sick, although I realize that's not the intent. On impulse, I grab my desk chair and move it out the front door onto the south facing, but shaded concrete slab in front of the office.