A Room Without A View

Looks can, as we all know, be deceiving. The apartment I thought I wanted turned out to be an apartment I'd never want. No balcony, only windows overlooking a beautiful parking lot. Entry is accomplished by way of a walk down a long Texas-sized mosquitoe infested hallway. The leasing agent listened and gave us another apartment complex within walking distance to check out.

What a difference a walk down the street makes. The place has two fitness centers and a long sidewalk looping around two lakes inside the property. A red bud outside the balcony. I immediately did the Wayne Dyer thing and "intended" to switch to this apartment (and soon.)

Intention always works, so this morning we're in at least on paper. I'll put the new address on the website soon. Brompton Courts will not be it.

The CAT scan was an easy experience. The only suprise: an IV in the arm took longer than usual since my veins have turned tiny with so many needles these past months. They used it to give me iodine, which made me feel warm all over (but not necessarily in a good way.)

Last night, I had my third water dream in a row. But last night was much more significant because I did have an actual WAVE dream. Something's brewing. I don't know what. But it's always something with wave dreams. More on this later. I'm off to see Dr. Popat and hear my results.