Taking the chance of this nice slow day disentangled from the wrangled mess of work to recompose, I had a good talk with dom who as usual gladly took out time to be the soundboard (& sometimes punching bag) after work-related stress tendencies and woe-infested shattered assumptions about the world.

Day to day I'm fishing for meaning, mustering up strength to reel my goal closer into my grasp, all so that I can finally pat myself on the back one day and heave a sigh of recognized achievement. You know it's hard when you're chasing the shadows and the dust bunnies of other contestants in the race. And when there's a catch in the fine print before you can claim your prize, you have to make sacrifices. It was all written there in the disclaimer before you took the plunge, so you can't scream in unfairness.

Busyness is my drug of choice. You are consumed by functional evils in front of you, something which in within your control, such that your back is turned against all the insurmountable disasters that rage on behind.

On a lighter note, I sat in the D op's car yesterday. Stoic, it was.
There was an inside joke about heaven and hell, and I find it highly amusing. ☺