“Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.” ~ Aldous Huxley
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the search for magick it can be found that somebody else has already figured it out. They may already have applied it. You never know. Besides that obscure note it is a sweet morning. I’ve got a whopping dose of confusion tracking through my veins. It might be a nice day to let it all ride and lay back in the hermit space. It might be. But a visit to the car mechanic is on the slate this morning. I don’t want to go out. It has nothing to do with the mechanic, and the car would continue to be reliable without the visit. I just don’t want to go out. That’s all. Part of it, I suppose, is that Summer’s heat is not pleasing me. Whatever, right? The cat is sound asleep, having extorted a small bit of kibble from me about 90 minutes ago. A violation of her prescribed diet, but I need peace, which has not been to my knowledge prescribed. We seek it anyway. Don’t we? Yeh. My eyes are packed in cotton this morning, my brain in bubble wrap. I’m tempted to do some word play. It ain’t happening. It’s just gonna hafta be a short blog post today. The first songbird of the morning just chirped. Time to pull the sleepy head together. The coffee seems to be just a footnote.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.