I’ve been talking too much on the phone, and have not done enough for what needs to be done for Christmas which is coming up fast….. Why is it such a savory pleasure to procrastinate or just spend time on the wrong things…. My weight is even higher than I want it because I have not exercised enough this year and did not have a borzoi that needed walking…… my choices in activities and how I have spent my time are suspect at best and now I feel trapped. I feel activities about which I feel passionate becoming a thing of the past, slipping away…… I long to be free of encumbrances and listening to “how I am going to get rich….” stories from the BF who is destitute, though be it still has a huge heart….. Is there nobody who is All Good, and nobody who is All Bad with whom to make a judgment? Yes, so now I want to run away from romance, not savor it. I am wounded and wish to heal, smothered and wish to breathe. My mind wanders into dangerous landscapes along the terrain of Blyss Kennels: Opal.