No hallucinations today.

While I was at my T's for a morning appointment, my 65-year-old friend of ten years and strategic business partner walked, unannounced, unexpected and uninvited, into our house and started opening boxes, scared the living bajeebus out of my 72-year-old mother-in-law.

She doesn't speak English and doesn't particularly like him and barely suppressed an instinct to hack at him with a sharp steel tomahawk kept behind a bookshelf for her engagement with intruders. She's worked all her life with her hands on her feet, so she is still sturdy and extremely strong. She would have cleaved him in twain.

My friend called my wife while she was doing business at a different venue and asked her why I was holding certain pieces.

My wife was tremendously insulted (she is almost always short of f_cks to give) and was worried that I would go megaton in indignant rage, but I took a flood dose of Valium and accepted the unprecedented freaky invasive behavior as a sure sign that things were sliding sideways. His mom had Alzheimer's.

A longtime local and international business partner is going under.

Mortal vulnerabilities of two strategic partners have precipitated the family conglomerate's Code Yellow ('Preparation for Mobilization', or State Bert). Sh_t just got real.



I repeat, we are at Bert. Fill the gas tanks, arrange the rain catchments and sharpen the sharp things. In the words of Metalocalypse: ""

Shook off that crap and worked the rest of the day cleaning and moving things around, lifting like a Sikorsky and hitting like a MiG.



My carpal tunnel, knees and back are killing me. Every day is a meditation in pain.