Rhinos are accustomed to getting “No” for an answer to much of our more creative thinking. Indeed, “No” becomes a way of life for many of Us. We persevere, confused.

We realize it’s a limiting way of doing when We hear a “Yes”. It may be rare, but We know inside, that’s where R happiness lies.

“Yes” feels so fulfilling.

Asklepios was the ancient Greek demigod son of Apollo and Koronis. He served as the god of medicine, with his friendly serpent. They mostly lived in Epidaurus, not far from Athens. Very Popular as a philosopher, practitoner, and deity.

From the Asklepios family came Hippocrates, historically the first Doctor.

Getting better is a dream come true, says Asklepios. True that!

Not every species can Time Travel, which is probably all for the best. Though Rhinos can slip through these Wrinkles in Time, our reception is not guaranteed beyond the veil.

Who wants odd critters showing up when other things are going on? It might seem like a distraction, but more often, the ‘hello’ is tepid at best.

Ah well.

As it turns out, We are too big to fit into an MRI machine. Consequently, We have been forced to make our own MRI. It is shown, with close-up inset, to convince and inform.

We are officially scheduled to be OK in 2 or 3 months. This is not as good as ‘tomorrow’, but not as frustrating as nothing specific. Sort of.

The Cake Cure, which We have been promoting, has yet to be sanctioned by the AMA.

Rhinos must prepare for any and all of Life’s surprises, ready to express that unique R enthusiasm. We are a participating sort of critter.

Heaving two tons of selfhood into the air requires practice, you may believe. Still We find it worthwhile and satisfying. What more could We ask?

In the Wild, happy events occur, one of the Most Happy being the announcement of new crops. New crops make themselves known year round, each related to weather.

And then, soup’s on!

(Always bear in mind that in the Wild, ‘no dinner’ eventually means ‘no Tomorrow’.)

Rhinos find that it is always best to be clear about our intentions, which assumes that We know what they are. That said, We do know what they are not.

Rhinos do not acknowledge any obligation to be understandable, predictable, or convenient. We do what We can to promote a sense of mutuality. We are happy to inform.

It is surprising to Us how complex a task it is to reconfigure prejudice. Knowing is far easier than thinking, heaven knows. So do We.

Today is National Devil’s Food Cake Day.

Need We say more?

It probably depends on where you live, but Pollen Season is an Experience. Period. More for some than others, but We find it requires fortitude.

When Rhinos sneeze, a Gesundheit is welcome, but it does not address our missing wits.

Maybe We’re asking too much. Pollen Season must be here for a reason, even if We have no idea what that is.

We had not been aware there was such a day, so We Rhinos apologize to the citizens of the great State of Idaho, the Idahoans. Congratulations, one and all.

We included Pocatello on the state map, just because it’s such a pretty name. Nobody seems to know where it came from. The name, that is.

We Rhinos are major fans of Potatoes, and Idaho is full of them. The soil must be ideal for them. Or the rainfall? Or whatever. Pro-Potato.