One day back at the factory is all it takes for life to become an anxious tedium. It is not the factory as much as it is me. I am just done. As the kids say, stick a fork in me. I haven't, however, done the things it takes to live the life I want to live. My fault. I guess. There wasn't any money, and then there was a little bit, but I was never trained. And so the money flew out the window and over the balcony as is its wont. Now, that balcony is--and shall remain--a luxury.
Just a rant. I like this photo a lot. I am going to print it big today to see. There are a couple that I like that are recent. My new oeuvre. I shall conquer and prevail.
In truth, however, anxiety overtakes me today. A general one, I suspect, but I have learned that the unconscious is always telling you something. It knows what my thinking brain is ignoring. There is a storm of some sort brewing, I'll bet. It could be Valentine's Day. I still spell it Valentyne, but when I was a little hillbilly boy, all I ever heard was Valentimes Day. And chimley. It was a specialized language.
So tomorrow let us celebrate our candy-colored love with wine and roses. Fingers crossed, of course.
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