Sometimes I feel more like myself than others. I am not sure that makes sense . . . so who am at at these other times? I don’t know, perhaps a shadow. Right now, I feel as all these moments are gifts, potential positive goals and I will actual work with the moments and toward the goals. I like to feel like this . . . which, could be I realize, delusional.
I’m crushing ice, mixing my soft drinks and enjoying this.
I suppose I’ll report when it passes.