Chaos, I'm tellin' you, ... chaos. But here's the spin - - three matters resolved, gas, bank and chewie-chewie-coco-pop. The unravelling was unfortunate but man-upping after a coupla months was like finding a lost wallet.

So here's another take about cruisin' on the TeaAych Sea: the racing mind stabilizes but the memory lingers on. The old reliable, the proven therapeutic brightens the covid cloud cover during a meltdown, baby and that's why we dance like no one's tweaking. Day two may help with the elusive appetite.

Here's why assistance rules over sobriety in these aberrant 20s - the can-no-longer-do's list grows demanding some form of amelioration. When the friction surfaces, it's a flawed approach but like yesterday, the insight compensates for the unravelled chaos. Thank you SJ and we, the contented, are solid here.