Duncan became alarmed: his belly button was not where it should be. At home, he pressed his finger to the center of his belly and decided the button must have shifted when his appendix was taken out. He tried lying on his back to see what lined up, but his old dog Wylie got up from his spot near the door to lick his face.
At the tv station, Duncan found Satellite Sally unplugging her truck from shore power.
"My belly button's off," said Duncan. "It fell off?" "No, it's off center." "Well, ignore it, your meridian is lined up underneath, Sally advised.
"I don't know, I think I have to find a new center. My solar plexus maybe. Do you know where the solar plexus actually is?" "I think it's just below your ribs," said Sally. "Are they lined up?"
"Yeah, I guess. I just feel out of whack."
"Is that your pager?"
"Yeah, Beverly's probably sending me to whack out a few stories and a live shot."
"Okay babe, stay in the center of your lane."
"Thanks Sal," said Duncan, resigned to his disalignment.
DUNCAN IS ON THE NAVEL ALIGNMENT DIET:
Breakfast: navel orange, sliced
2 cups cafe au lait
Lunch: gruyere and goat cheese omelet with sauteed button mushrooms
Snack: mojo mojito
Dinner: center cut pork chops with grilled serrano peppers, tomatoes vinaigrette
Dessert: molten chocolate cake with warm center
LAO TSU: “At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”
