now i lay me down to sleep

and so the day of the great anger draws to a close

i'm so the calm little centre of the world now. no, really. it's back in the box, for now at least. when you've spent the last fifteen years trying to avoid getting angry, it's oh so cathartic to feel it and let it out in a polysyllabic manner when appropriate.

roast chicken with gravies and roast veges and a nice glass X 3 of vino helped a lot. and the gentle manner with which my fambily have treated me, too. they wisely recognise when a racecar is in the red. thank you, fambily.

got my blanket on, got my clean 400 thread count egyptian cotton sheets and my book. and my friend from around the road is going to give me a ride to work in the early am. lovely barbara, i thank you.

and so, goodnight