French silk to hold off the effects of the moon

Fiddle with the software and grey skies become deep blue and you not sure whether the blue masks the grey or the grey masks the blue not that anything is wrong with either being grey or blue.

A lot of work to be done. Meetings missed and carelessness resulting in hours of work being undone. Creativity is desperately needed. And the brutal Universe has  you watching a film about love and its uselessness when  a former loved one who touches you before the film and you are conscious of how in the past how the conversations used to be when there were no barriers or spaces and how politeness and civility are now the masks and laughing at how irony works when you think that there will be escape.


The unsettled mind with book marks stuck in three books and not remembering anything which is in any of them, but dreaming of a time when it would be possible to read and enjoy a book one at a time.  Because you have this writing thing to do and you must read to write or everything will become stale.


To hell with health.. and so seeking wellness in French Silk icecream even as the man calls and asks that you will be part of a team concerning wellness when you are a hypocrite because you cannot imagine while the moon is shaky what wellness looks like.

French Silk is something like a chocolate mousse icecream.  It helps.

Believing that the moon is responsible even though science says otherwise. It helps.

A woman calls to vent and she says thanks when she hangs up the phone. It helps.

Composing email to the friend and then deleting it reminding yourself, not now. It helps.


Fighting the desire to fight and struggle against the unplanned disruptions while also trying not to fight. It helps

Deciding to do over the work which was lost rather than say to hell with it. It helps.


Writing this. It helps.