i'm a little depressed today. can you tell from this picture? mister can. i apologize. it's dreary weather and i'm somber inside. my foot itched like mad last night. i took two dramamills. still i woke six times to pee and itch. i wish i knew what to do. i'm so ignorant about bodies, which is illogical as i spend almost all my time in one. i'm ignorant about mister's body too, and i love it as much as my own. in a sense we share bodies. he has a skin condition that looks worse than mine. his is rash all around his penis and belly, chest and neck. mine is mainly my right sole and the tip of my left middle finger. weird, huh. the vet doesn't know either and his experiment in antibiotics has done little or nothing though it seemed to work at first. i don't go to doctors so at least i'm not subject to their whims. just the whims of the degraded and toxic environment or my own bodily eccentricities.
i gave him a bath. he didn't want to but after i carried him in he was very quiet and cooperative. some hair and scabs came off and wet combed him. his skin trouble doesn't seem to bother him except when we try to fix it. like my foot, it just keeps happening, but if we did nothing maybe it would  be far worse. like the government. we have to do something when things are not right. once i was so resigned, and in the condition my condition worsened. it always seem like i don't do enough, but i want to do the right thing. funny it's my right foot that itches like mad and cracks up and it's always pink inside with fresh new skin that gets old directly and peels off. it's like a metaphor for something, or something.
anyway he looks all fluffy from the powerful blow drier, and my foot is less itchy now and slathered with beeswax. 
that talking heads song keeps playing in my head. air, i think it's called. what is happening, to my skin. where is that protection that i needed. air, can hurt you too.
that's a depressing thought, even the air can hurt you. what on earth have we done, when money is more valued than water or air. than life in other words.  
i can't blame my depression on the air i have to breathe.