Staying seasonal with help from her. The subtilty, the juice-flavored ban and now inflation just to keep things going. Like the turnbuckle on the lamp cord of lasciviousness - - - wait !! That's reminiscent of "Reminds you of what happened to the Pope when he went to Mount Olive - Popeye beat the shit out him." It's from that time when today wasn't anticipated. Good appetite, no wobbles and no reason to to figure out if the end is nigh. <<<<<----Sounds a little "feelin' sorry for myself".

OK, it's the end of MMXXI and one gets judgie about the present but emphatically N O T practicing self-pity. What you're seeing is accumulating thoughts about the medical and not so much about the edible. The celebration moments dominate because they're here and need presence. Those illusionary moments are not-so-much peter north as defensible positioning (the cat's symbolic as the director and the mice show as pleasure). That takes us to here, where morning stand-by is such an in-barrel moment.