I keep forgetting that heaven is here in every moment. It's the price of admission this amnesia. It's overcast out so there are no #nextgen low-flyover planes buzzing overhead so I am feeling hopeful, but I know as the day follows night that when the planes return I will again feel despondent. The idea of kryptonite is best referenced in this situation. Women know about hormones, about the insanity. Sound is hardwired to my hormones, my limbic system. I'm afraid that if the situation doesn't improve I may have to leave. Meanwhile I ought to put into effect several projects to make things more to my liking.