This morning was a little rocky psychologically – so much to do, so much manipulating to mesh what  has to be done with what other people feel must be done. And, of course I can’t push all the conflict onto others; a lot of things in my job bag that I know must be taken care of are vying for time at effort – sometimes the same exact parcel of time.

So I lay down on the floor and thought about it all, even considering letting my bag of marbles spill open and having them roll everywhere – just for the heck of it. Lying on the floor feels pretty good, letting gravity have its way. And when I sat up a cool drink was nice as well. I don’t think there are any metaphors here; I think it is all matter-of-fact.

I thought about a lot of other things on the floor, but some have already slipped from my mind or from my feeling any urge to expound on them here at this time.

Although I did think of that Shakespeare line about being true to yourself and you cannot be false to any man. I don’t know if it is better to express my true feelings, i.e. “You lousy bum.” or if I should say, “Oh, that’s okay.” I don’t suppose Shakespeare was talking trivialities. Perhaps this is where the “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” comes in. Of course, “Silence implies consent”. Well, damn, these little sayings are sneaky things. I could tone down the “You lousy bum” exclamation.

You know what I want to do if you know me at all: I want to jump up and down and yell repeatedly, “You lousy bum”. That would be being true to myself. I wonder if Shakespeare would step in and take the resultant flack. I doubt it.