cranky and under siege
Sweeping around, I find bits of the insane, the improbable, relics of an another age and time. I undress and examine each thing, try to mine some fire out of cold, wet wood. I find this is hard. This cerebral digging requires an amount of discipline and hard work that I am unwilling to impart on anything. I want things to be easy and handed to me without too much trouble. And if I get bored with it all, I feel entitled to quit without being a quitter.