So I slogged out of bed this morning, and found myself talking to my brain.

So. Done sniveling yet?

Actually, I’d like a few more days, if it’s all the same to you.

Tough. There’s work to be done, and Ganesh knows, it’s not like we haven’t been here before. Repeatedly.

Is this supposed to be a pep talk?

Go start a big painting or something.

But I have other stuff I’m supposed to be…

Of roosters. You like roosters.

Yes, but…

This, too, shall pass. Quit being so impatient. Sooner or later there will sex, and maybe even love. One thing at a time.


After all, you’re *awesome!

Brain, if you think I’m not willing to practice home trepanation in order to kick your ass, you’ve got another think coming!

So I went out and practiced the ancient custom of my people in times of stress, which is to buy a quart of Peanut Butter & Chocolate ice cream from the Baskin Robbins down the road, and came back, and gazed at my largest piece of gessoboard and thought about roosters.

On the drive back, I saw the kingfisher sitting on a stump by the duck pond. Definitely time to think about getting that tattoo…

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