Ostrich Weekly Forecast: Dec 9
The body still exists, and a good week for an origin story.
Among our weatherman's peculiarities is his tendency to hum a song as he gazes into his crystal ball. Today the song was Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes, and I was just too curious to know what he was seeing.
"What's on the radar?" I asked him.
"Shh!" he said. "No talking while I'm scrying the cosmos."
"I know," I said, "but listen to yourself."
He kicked me out of the forecasting room, but came out soon after to explain that this week might be called the Week of the Body. We're in that gap between the year's big feasts, a gap that, by habit, I tend to bridge with cookies, turning the whole month into a festival of flour and sugar. Also, where I am, it's raining more often than not, and it's easy to forget that outside is a real place available to real people. So this week presents a fine opportunity to attend to your body, rewarding it by eating the food it likes, taking it outside for fresh air, and moving it in the ways it likes to move.
It's also an auspicious week for becoming a superhero. Not for being one, but for the unexpected origin of future powers. Most of us won't become superheroes, but, just in case, try standing a little closer to that nuclear reactor, funny-looking arthropod, vat of unmarked chemicals—whatever you have around.
