Thank you. The museum constantly re-organizes and rotates their exhibits, as many museums do, so of the 20 or so donations I've made (I liquidated my mercantile inventory for tax breaks starting in 2008; the tax deductions defray taxes that would otherwise have to be paid on other income, and the important art goes into the public domain where it belongs, preserved and protected by professional curators within sight of the HPD's HQ. Only one of the items, a limestone sculpture from 9th century Thailand, is culturally significant enough to warrant constant display in the permanent collection; the other items are in a storeroom somewhere, or the museum may have already quietly sold some or all of them to balance their poorly-managed operating budget. I don't want to know.

The spike in the electrical bill had no correlation with my mental state (recent independent research has concluded that the world does not revolve around me) and is probably due to the unusually high number of cloudy days and rain that occurred in the past month; we rely heavily on a rooftop PV (photovoltaic) rig because electricity here is so expensive, costing more than three times as much as in mainland states like AR, MO, OK, ND and LA (Louisiana, not Los Angeles).

Fussy? I finally have the sense that this up-cycle may be waning, which, although it means depression is next and my mood and energy levels are going to crash, is still something of a relief. 'Fussy' doesn't begin to cover it. Ask those who have had to live with me.