Everyone in this house is sick (except for tearful cause he’s not here!) and not in that new awesome meaning of that word way but in that snotty, hacking zombie sort of way. And I have to work today! So why am I not upset? Why don’t I feel put upon and angry and hopeless and fried? Where did this feeling of alright-ness come from? I don’t know. I tell you it just descended upon me like a warm fuzzy blanket and I’m draping it around myself and you too if you draw near.
I think it may have started with a dusting up of a family “issue/fiasco” that has been going on for years now and is maybe coming to a head. Again. My family is a Novella without the slutty clothes and make-up. This new turn of events, instead of making me seethe with anger and resentment, just made my heart open a little more. It feels all tender and thingy.
Meanwhile El Viejo has gone on his maiden voyage without me. Without the physical part of me cause I’m there in spirit along with the other part of my brain, my partner, Heirless himself, Mr Tearful. He’s gone off to become enlightened though he already is that. We finished the interior re-make and I didn’t even have time for a quick photograph before he was off and running. I’m next! Soon after he gets back. One day we may even get to leave together.
And again, I leave you with this…
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”