Tonight’s acupuncture appointment was the icing on the cake of tranquility. My endomorphin-jacked body radiated serenity as I floated out of my acupuncturist’s office and into the chilly, slushy Cambridge streets. Nothing fazed me. The sirens, the horns, the slow-moving cellphone gabbers bounced off my consciousness like putty. I waited 10 minutes for a Red Line train with a lazy smile on my face. I walked home on un-shoveled sidewalks against a torrid wind, humming Bob Dylan tunes and scanning porches and bushes for kitty-cats. (I saw one!)
Yet I am not relaxed to the point where I’ll allow today — a Tuesday of no consequence — to slip away without a post…
