Aries 29° (April 18)


Ah, the feeling of having just one project (right now) on my plate on not having to multi-task. I finished up writing next year’s books a bit earlier than expected, and now I am moving into a fashion project which I believe I’ve already said. Last night was a bit of a blow out. I ended up making pasta and buying some wine and glugging it down. Fell asleep (read: passed out) quite early and woke up to watch the last three episodes of BoJack so that binge is now complete. Such a great show and could have watched as many seasons of it as there are Simpsons, to be honest. Anyway I just need a day to catch my breath and then I’ll be back at it. As it is, woke up to snow on the ground. Over a month ago I was walking around Paris and it was already Spring and now I’m back in Winter and it is weird and sucky. The peechies are back, which is a total bummer. You won’t know what that means and that doesn’t concern me in the least, really. It is not the best timing though, that much is for certain. My skin is so itchy that I can barely stand having cloth against my it. There is a part of me who feels like he has already been exposed to the virus and that it didn’t make him sick but it did somehow alter him, like on a genetic level. There is something very sci fi about the way I’m feeling; I can’t expect you to understand. All I really want to do is sit back and read my book but I don’t think that is going to happen today. I have allowed myself to get behind, after reaching such a great point. I know I need to rest so that is fine and I will do so. The coffers are being refilled and my ears are aching. Will there ever even be vacations again. Where will we go if we go on one. At least I know that the manoir is a place to which I can escape and that is the one place where one can truly relax. I don’t know what to tell you today. I’m a little down there is no escaping the fact. I’m being worn. And I need very much to pick myself and start all over again. But how to do it.

I’m so surprised by the people here. I have been helping and giving and never get one word of thanks. I do not understand. But I am detaching from all of this. I cannot spend my waking hours being upset by what I cannot change. I suspect there are many people here who under the guise of being helpful to the community are just trying to pivot and make a buck any which way they can. And really who dan blame them. Once I get through this week I will be on track to make some major headway over the course of the next year. I will not be able to write on here much. I say that but you really never know. The point is that I can only do what I can do; and at some point I have to really front load my peace of mind which is one and the same with my physical and mental health. These peechies have got to go. I’ve tried soaking and scrubbing and still…anyway enough about that. Anyway I know things will start to get better soon. They just have to. For now, I just want to choose the right television programs to suit my mood. And read another chapter of my book. I’ve roasted a chicken and I have some bokchoy. I’m going to let the little bit of wine that’s left be enough. I can’t keep chasing some kind of grape escape. It’s time to reel it all in. The point is that nobody is doing anything for show at this point. What we are doing, we are doing for ourselves. I am out of stories to tell. I want to work some twelve hours on the project and get it into a place where I’m proud to show it off. This is my only goal this week, work wise. We have a client follow up but that’s about it. Time to make new plans and memories and score new goals.

The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of  Blagues, nos. 141-145.  I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:

nothing to insert from the past Blagues today!

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.


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