One frequent theme to my dreams has been, and continues to be "things aren't where they're supposed to be".
As if I didn't know that.
As if I didn't know that I'm not where I'm supposed to be.
As if I can do anything about the problems.
My subconscious mind is complaining that it can't find a pair of trousers and I can't find a life. Bah.
As I climb the first hill along my regular hike, both sides of the path are dominated by a plant with glossy, three-lobed leaves. They're so exuberant and cheerful, I'm tempted to caress them, even rub my face in their bright greenery. But I refrain, because they are poison oak. One touch would cause my skin to break out in an inflamed rash that would last for days. I encourage you, too, to forgo contact with any influence in your own sphere that is metaphorically equivalent to the alluring leaves of the poison oak.
I am now in possession of a gift card for my favorite hobby store. But I'm in perhaps the roughest stages of rumination as to whether I should buy something off the shelves now or wait for a bargain to come along. It is wonderful and horrible all at once.
As said, I'm in the process of a switchover from one form of Internet connectivity to another, and that means a lot of bureaucratic finagling with our service provider...plus some financial outlays.
Got my first bill from the new service today. Tomorrow I'll have to go to the office to link the accounts. The amount of the bill is over $200 but that included hardware and installation and we're promised a $35/month rate.
Meanwhile, in the past weeks I've had to get tires on Moonshine fixed, a traffic citation paid, and several other unforseen expenses dealt with. I'm not so much complaining about that, just frustrated that a time of year that I should be carefree about money and I just feel dread and worthlessness.
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