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23 J

Very difficult to determine if Writers Blockade, Procrastination Station or a subliminal frequency ray has set off a mental protocol event.


Returned safely and soundly yesterday within the first hour after noon. An uneventful drive save for the highway decorations known as idiots. There is a wild range of selfish and self-centered drivers if you haven’t taken an overland excursion of late that are becoming more difficult to avoid. Common courtesy, respect and even common sense have all seemingly gone out the window and now that I am home, I have no immediate plans to go ANYWHERE nor do ANYTHING which might otherwise infringe on either my pursuit of Happiness OR the Steady State of the same.


WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?


As simply as I may put it, especially for YOU, not going anywhere or do anything away from cell block 4901. By design AND most importantly by CHOICE. Also, no visitors will be accepted to the gallery or studios. Without cash.


KIND OF NEGGY-NEGGY AREN’T WE?


Speak only to YOUR half of ‘we’. This side is fine with it. No meds required nor needed. Distribute YOURS as far as they’ll go. When they run out, call your therapist and farmacia for a refill.


It is cold, overcast and otherwise miserable here so hunkered down with everything a shipwrecked sailor could possibly need therefore holding and staying in place are acceptable orders to follow this day.


There is inventory to replace, firewood to send up the chimney, grub, laundry to do and fold (yuckoos) and a lengthy list of faux honeydews.


I Shall pray for you. There is NO NEED for reciprocation.


Trust God.


No one else.

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