I have up days, and I have down days. The balance has shifted over the past year or so. Yesterday was a down day. All I could manage to do was water the shrubs and palms. I must listen to my travel/art buddy who has become an oracle. In defiance of the Weather Channel which keeps predicting week upon week of rain that never comes, he says it will never rain here again. Every hour, the Weather Channel changes its forecast pushing the wet weather further and further down the road. My buddy is, I presume, practicing the auguries.
Other than performing such black arts, however, he is relatively normal. As are all my friends, it seems. Or, minimally, they are becoming more so. It is almost Biblical, really. 1 Corinthians 13:11. It makes more sense to them than it does to me. I still love childish things.
Tiresias transformed into a woman, 17th century.