some random thoughts about crabs.
(still curable, by the way, talk to your doctor)

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. (T.S. Elliot)

astrology is what it is. too ludicrous to take seriously one minute, too uncannily accurate the next. i ignored it all together until i realized that most of my close friends were born within a few weeks of each other, all cancers.

tiff and i were biking along in the increasingly frequent sunshine last night, spending our daylights savings and talking, of course, about cancer. how one day, for reasons known only to itself, a single cell blinks, says "i'm different now" and goes on to evangelize it's progeny in the merits of growth..

there are so many moments where, instantly and irrevocably, everything changes. this singular novelty seems to typify cancer both astrologically and histologically. my summer-born friends all appear to have entered the world with an immutable and persuasive uniqueness.

cancer and its aftershocks are unexpected and unwelcome in our life. i feel as if we have come unstitched from the well-worn and comfortable quilt that was our life. conversely, we have both awakened from the long afternoon nap of habit and begun to remember the amazement of being in love, the wonderful privilege of parenting, the pleasure of good work, and the daily wonders that we'd accidentally learned to take for granted.

as a doctor i hereby prescribe everyone 24 hours of cancer. tomorrow you will be miraculously and completely cured. today, however, you have a shining golden ticket to be honest about your priorities and revel in the small wonders that cross your path.