The irrefutable rightness of March snow.

I woke up this morning to snowlight.

Yesterday was a long, dizzy, blundery day, in which food and transportation were both difficult. There were good things, fun things, but it was just a difficult day. Today I have a PT retest so we can see where there's progress and where there isn't progress and what can be done to augment the one and fix the other. This probably means the horrible little tilty purple room and a dozen other extremely uncomfortable tests.

But! This morning there is snow. Snowmelt is a capricious season, and this is how, this is why. And something is deeply, fundamentally right in the world when we're still getting snow in mid-to-late March in Minnesota; this is how it should be. This is like when I go downtown and walk through the skyways and think, yes, this is my life, this is the life I wanted, only more so, larger scale. Apples fall to the earth, gluons stick quarks together, and here in Minnesota, it snows well into March. And so may it ever be.

Better news

I am exhausted, chilled, dizzy, a little nauseated, etc. from the PT testing.

But! Butbutbut! Folks, we have non-zero vestibular function!

What this means is that all this is actually doing something. We are getting somewhere. We are getting somewhere with the brain processing middle ear signals, more specifically, and not just with training compensation into eyes and muscles.

It's small, slow, weak, puny. But it's there. Vestibular function. Go me.