I saved a dove's life today. I can't get into it without revealing too much about myself or the dove, but I didn't lose an eye. My wife dropped mad knowledge today, that the rollercoaster I've been on forever has actually been one long painful hypomanic episode that began in 2014. I hadn't put this together on my own partly because my wife sees the big picture over the long term and partly because I'm an idiot. This changes the math, and changes the projected crash: we can both feel the tide of energy sour and ebb and whatever comes next is going to be painful as vivisection. There's still so much work to do... I don't know what else to tell you. that we're turning down a $2800 job from California just because we know it's going to suck.

I know what's coming, and I want to be prepared; cauterize certain relations, cache certain stores, stay in the boat except for rapid daylight scuttles to the USPS, bank, Marukai, Costco, Lowe's and Ho' Depot.