good knees!

My knees aren't bothering me! They are a little touchy-feeling, and popping occasionally, but I walked at least a mile last night and they are not any worse than usual. Yaaaayyyy! (I have other bodily woes today, but the knees are all of goodness.)

Wim and I met at the blood center and gave blood together, which I figure means we're doing pretty well as far as weird dates. Going to the Teapot (kosher vegan Asian place) after was only mildly peculiar, but on the way there we saw an alarmingly kludgy utility pole arrangement, so I think the Weird Index is reasonably high for the outing.

outside the window

(Also: Opera, you fucking bastard. I had a really great description here before that crash. Will try to recreate.)

Look, there's a celestial dragon. Silk-painted in white on the sky, like he's diving into the bay, and I see more than just one face on his diffuse head. The clouds below are curling up like Hokusai's wave to meet him, so maybe he's not going as far down as our earthly water after all.

Off sunward, if I lean over, there's a stromatolite executed in cloud.

The dragon is getting leaner and more whiskery as the air moves with him, and his sea is going to dark gray sprays and streams. If anything, his canine nose is getting farther away from his goal as time passes, but there could be joy in that too. Is he the bay-spirit, do you suppose?