Yesterday, I was in a little corner grocery buying organic lemons and limes to juice. I brought 20 to the counter (and nothing else), so I felt a need to talk to the cashier. "I'm doing a cleansing diet," I explained, telling him a bit about it. When the words "Master Cleanse" escaped my lips, a young lady, one of the few other people in the store, came over. "You're doing the Master Cleanse?" she asked. I nodded. She'd done it, she said, but only made it to Day 9.

"Day 9?" I asked incredulously. "How do you make it to the second-last day and not finish it?"

"I just couldn't quite do it," she seemed embarrassed. "I cheated and then couldn't go back. How's it going for you?"

I told her some of the highs and lows I've had, with the generally positive spin on the whole experience that I've been feeling.

"You look great," she offered. "It's like you're glowing. Your face is glowing. Your eyes have a twinkle."

"Wow, thanks," was all I could think to say. She was cute, too. I guess I don't only feel good, I look good. Thank you grocery girl!

Back in the warm sun, feeling blessed, I met up with Daimian, Jon, and Beth, and some Israeli friends of theirs. We played a really good hard game of soccer there in Mission Dolores Park. Yeah, feeling good good good.

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Update. I was just talking to my roommate Maria, and she suddenly interjected: "You look good today." She paused. "I mean, for a few days there, you were kinda pale, kinda tired-looking, like your body was going through something. Now you look healthy, you look good."

So the grocery girl was right.

--tony

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