Alphabet Soupiness

MLK Weekend

I don't know that I've ever really done anything "special" over the previous 3-day holidays. This one was to be spent with Destiny for a time, then a 24hr odd pit-stop at an acquaintance's home where I add another Joe to my life. (Who knows for how long)

I wasn't aware that there was a 48hr route from WeHo to My Place, but I was schooled in it's existence. I also cried while watching porn, but I doubt they'll be any oscars given for their performance. "She only shared her tears with showers and rainstorms, but everyone knew her emotions." was that came to mind as I locked myself in a bathroom and showered after that. I was picking up on the emotions of the room and I left the shower refreshed and able to refocus.

Once home, I fed myself and prepared for restorative sleep. Homemade chicken soup conquers alphabet soup residual verbiage. The sound mind begins to allow music through to the heart, but this heart is so fragile and the music is so moving that even the first measure has me in tears.

Lulled to sleep.
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