Bee on Blue

There is not a single iris to be found outside here in September. I tried the ones in my head but got only fuzzy images of red eyes. I thought about Spike who is cooperative but doesn’t have any irises! John is hopeless as he won’t even put drops in his eyes. So here is the next best thing, a bee on the salvia which is the same color I think of when I think of irises….

John had to pick up a prescription at Rite Aid, so I decided to go along and see if we could get the latest Covid booster and a flu shot. Halfway down the street I realized I didn't have my medical cards so we came home. A cursory look where they should be didn't reveal them so I told John to go without me. Of course I found them five minutes after he left.
He came home saying they 'didn't have their act together' so that plan was a bust.

In fact, it's been one of those days when nothing has gone according to plan, assuming there was a plan to begin with. I did, however, manage to read the paper, skipping the latest in the seemingly endless front page  stories about a certain man running for president, and coming across an interesting article about a neuroscientist who studied the changes in her own brain while she was pregnant, doing 26 scans before, during and after pregnancy. it kicks off a large international project that aims to scan hundreds of women. 

There is so much about the neurobiology of pregnancy that we don't understand yet, and it's not because women are too complicated. It's not some Gordian knot. It's a byproduct of the fact that biomedical sciences have historically ignored women's health
-Liz Chrastil, University of California, Irvine.

It shouldn't take a pregnant neurobiologist to know that women's bodies are different from men's and often need to be treated differently.

It's daughter Dana's birthday today but we're going to celebrate after she gets back next week from a trip to Mata Ortiz, the pottery village in Mexico. Happy BIrthday, Dana.