The trouble with sensitivity is that it is as much curse as cure or help. Any kind of sensitivity has trouble as its obverse.

Today has been a day of Things Going Wrong, or at least Worse Than They Could. Not for me, though, for everyone around me. I like to joke that I’m the den mother, and some days the title is incredibly apropos. Fortunately I will soon turn everything off but the writing I need to get done today, and a quick trip to the store for celery and cream (for different dishes, natch.) That will be my signal to the Universe not to drop any more problems in my lap.

Yeah. Like the Universe will listen.

I had really odd dreams last night, about someone teaching me to “blink” in and out of reality. I didn’t know how I was doing it, and someone was trying to teach me how. It always came through in a pinch (I suppose I should mention I was at kind of a Hogwarts) but I needed control. And then my parents showed up, or younger versions of them, and I started hyperventilating in my dream and hiding. From there it was straight to nightmare.

Hm. Someone will analyze that and find, no doubt, something dark and deep, especially in the figure of the faceless boy who was telling me where to hide and how to control the “blinking”. Now isn’t THAT strange. And I’ve been feeling kind of like I’m standing right next to myself all day. The local crows are making that ratcheting-throat-sound that means they’ve seen something weird/strange coming, it’s kind of their sentry call. This is interspersed with eerie quiet from all the fauna except the Little Prince, which surprises me not a bit.

Hm. A good day to you all, dear Readers. Be careful out there.

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