but I’m just now, FINALLY, coming out of it.  Focusing on all yay-says around me— the vineyard and my centeredness here at my desk, co-worker’s café rock in background, I feel better— notes in Composition book, teaching and more lectures and lessons, mini-lectures idea.. shit, phone rings…

This mood is option.  Any agony is always elective.  So I learn to better control my character’s makeup and momentum.  The day gets better.  Much better.

Outside, sun.  Quick walk.  That will help.  Go for a walk, readers.  Get out there.  Don’t be trapped.  Not that I am, but I am in this mood, or was, till now, till I wrote.