My tummy is funky, and not in a good way. My cooking is not good. My lifestyle is irregular. Usually it's not so bad as to cause tummy upsets, but in the past fortnight I have been trying new recipes, returned to work, and been called pathetic and a liar by a good friend. So now I wake up around four or five o'clock and ruminate about just exactly how I fail. Don't panic (dear reader) I am a happy person, still - I have great resources of happiness to share. I have a happy life with great fortune and many blessings. However, at this point in time (embodied in the hours before dawn) the good things appear vanishingly small next to the rooms full of accumulated junk, incomplete projects, a stalled career etc. Sadd, isn't it?Also,This
was fun to watch.