swing wide your crane and run me through

Today was so bad as to be a little funny. I realized I was in the jaws of a trap just right about the same time the nice man whose job I was removing was telling me how excited he was to tell his wife about all of my nice compliments about the quality of his previous work. But I'm starting to think I should stop whining and see things as they are, how it divides up. I often have this feeling I'm a couple steps behind everyone else on the whole cold reality of situations.

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Clipping down my nails boyshort for the last time for this old reason. They hurt now a bit, since I'd been keeping them long, but in another week they'll be just the right size--long enough to not smart when I fight, but short enough to be tough.

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I sure wish I could stop coughing so I could sleep well for once this week. When I finally slept last night, I had this dream where I was sort of stumbling around these black thick woods at night. I felt something fuzzy and moving accumulating on my skin, and when I moved out the woods into the moonlight, my skin was just covered in a massive coat of yellow jackets. I've not ever dreamed of them like that, so I looked it up as far as dream symbolism. The closest I can find is betrayal or being gossiped about.

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It's not really warm enough to be sleeping with the windows open, but I am. Since my house is up on a hill, these gusts of stormy wind keep hitting the open window at the right angle to blow my hair. It feels good. I thought today about how these would probably be the last little storms of the season. I guess I want to feel them.