Having a delicious dream this morning,

I woke from it and returned to it several times--lying naked under the ceiling fan in the center of my room, with the windows open--feeling the silky cool morning air blowing over every grateful inch of me--I dreamed that the perfection of air-conditioning had made life so agreeable for everybody on the Indian subcontinent that mental illness had disappeared, and everyone had simply forgot what caste they were supposed to belong to. And so utterly charmed with this fantasy I went to meet for the first time my new psychiatrist, an elderly Roman Catholic Japanese gentleman--whom I quite liked (despite his antedeluvian opinions about marijuana), and who made no difficulties about continuing my prescription for Adderall; although, being very, very (and, I would judge, until quite recently) Japanese, he couldn't resist trying to invent absolute participial phrases that rendered his discourse sometimes unintelligible to me--and I had to stop several times to spell and define words (supernal, palliative, palliate) that were new to him. Well, hell, he's free*. We had one funny little exchange anent his Catholicism. I asked if he were perhaps from Nagasaki, as I've heard that it (or what's left of it) is a center of Catholicism in Japan--and indeed he is from that northern suburb of Nagasaki that mistakenly got the direct hit of the 2nd atomic bomb ever to be dropped on a civilian target; but, he said, he didn't convert to Roman Catholicism until he moved to Tokyo to go to school...and if ever I heard a man complacently rustling prestigious academic achievement, it was in that modest phrase.

The man and the boy pointing to their shadows in this entry's first photo I've chosen to illustrate the fact that when I left Dr. Kai and rushed a-bus to get my Adderall ("happy pills") prescription filled at the Queen's Hospital pharmacy, the sun was at highest, directly overhead, slightly greenish, zenith. And it is to note that the slightly mad euphoria, that had possessed me since before I woke up, was a-thrilling in that solar verticality--which lasts in these lattitudes, this time of year, for an hour on either side of noon--with all the estival mania of sunlight whose contrasting hiemal obliquity will fill me with the mental depression of Seasonal Affective Disorder six months from now.

* free i.e., His services to me are paid for by Medicaid/care; he costs me nothing.