The i-ching keeps telling me to stand still. P’i. Again for the third time. I don’t know what to make of this repeat repeat repeat repeat fortune. I get it. Stop screwing up. But I can’t stand here alone much longer. I need to get out, I need to get back up and fight again.
On a more positive note, a fat black squirrel has been coming to my feeder lately. She’s been there almost every morning when I open the shades. Note to self: more squirrel food.