A mixed-up week, it seems. Frank has had me taking a liquid that he said at first would make me feel rotten, then would make me feel good. I have the rotten part down pat - I hope the good part happens soon. My impression of this week is that a load of weird jangly emotions from the past have been dive-bombing me. I fear I have been a bit crabby.

Just got my laundry from the dryer and put it all away. Outside the day is sunny and breezy. A herd of grey and white clouds that remind me of squid are either motionless or inching their way across my field of vision.