Feeling groovy

OK. I went running tonight and I felt great. It was a short, intense run on a treadmill, but I felt great.

Maybe it's mental. We'll see. If I call the doctor's office tomorrow and cancel the appointment, then obviously I'll take a sharp turn for the worse. But I'm optimistic. I'm feeling great. I'm feeling groovy.

I'm hopeful about lots of things.

Why don't I share part of a poem? Here's an excerpt from Mary Oliver's Wild Geese (the book was on my desk here at home):

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.