Sometimes it's really nice to do the house work in the nude.  I live in an area where I don't have to worry (too) much about people looking in the windows seeing my naked Buddha body bopping in the kitchen scenting the floors with Pine sol.  I am aware that closing the drapes at night when the lights make my picture window a virtual drive through moving for those cars careening down the North Branch, so I acquiesce to the decency laws.  I draw the drapes.  Seems to be the least I can do to prevent someone from suffering a heart attack from the stunning sight of my naked body.

There's a freedom of movement I experience when mopping the floor whilst nekkid.  No clothing to catch under pendulous breasts.  No clothing to bind heat to my body and make me sweaty.  Merely soft skin and the whisper of the spongy mop head on linoleum.  The end result is a clean floor as soft as my skin.

Looks as if I may be returning to the dark side.  I've decided I am not ready or willing to do massage for two weeks.  I want to do that work as a gift, out of joy.  I don't want to feel that I am obligated to give care to people because they show up at my door, aches, pains and check in hand. 

The dark side is working the weekend gig at Home Health.  I've not worked there in almost four years.  I left in early June of 2001 when I went independent with my massage practice.  Now they need help, they definitely want me back and I need the money.  Every body wins, right?  I win if I'm not first call.  Being second call is a good job.  Carry the pager, see the assigned patients for the day and then pick up extra if the first call is in need.  Usually that happens if a glut of discharges takes place or two people die in different locations at the same time.

And I'll get to work with hospice again.  That'll be enjoyable.  I like hospice work and I have a knack for asking the right questions to deal with the psychological issues keeping folks tethered to the earth.  It's all good.  The money will be better than the hourly rate I receive in my present job.  I had to tell them today that I'm looking for another job to supplement my current income.  I can no longer be so flexible in taking cuts losing time and income. 

Beloved Firstborn and Nick are visiting Boy Wonder in New York.  BW is essentially done with his work.  He had his portfolio review today and it went well.  He has to stay on campus til next Wednesday when his father brings him home.

That's it for now.  Blessings abound