My New Oeuvre

One day back at the factory is all it takes for life to become an anxious tedium.  It is not the factory as much as it is me.  I am just done.  As the kids say, stick a fork in me.  I haven't, however, done the things it takes to live the life I want to live.  My fault.  I guess.  There wasn't any money, and then there was a little bit, but I was never trained.  And so the money flew out the window and over the balcony as is its wont.  Now, that balcony is--and shall remain--a luxury. 

Just a rant.  I like this photo a lot. I am going to print it big today to see.  There are a couple that I like that are recent.  My new oeuvre.  I shall conquer and prevail. 

In truth, however, anxiety overtakes me today.  A general one, I suspect, but I have learned that the unconscious is always telling you something.  It knows what my thinking brain is ignoring.  There is a storm of some sort brewing, I'll bet.  It could be Valentine's Day.  I still spell it Valentyne, but when I was a little hillbilly boy, all I ever heard was Valentimes Day.  And chimley.  It was a specialized language. 

So tomorrow let us celebrate our candy-colored love with wine and roses.  Fingers crossed, of course.