I simply stopped wondering.

Sometimes if it takes stopping to forget, and to relocate the mess you’ve got in your head, then I daresay we ought to learn to stop once in a while. Perpetually going on will get you somewhere; but you’ll arrive tired and beat and frustrated.

Stop, if it allows you to rest, if it allows you to take a breather and pant and bend over your knees with a chest-clearing sigh. Then stand up and take in some fresh air. Then get along on your way.

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If I can tell myself that I did a good job in progressing things (things, as in fundamental necessity of living and a prosperous future) over the holidays, I wouldn’t actually be lying; I’ll just be a hypocritical nutmeg. But it’s the holidays, which meant days for me to frolic and prance in uncaring relaxation, only that if I tell it to someone older they’d give me a worthy scorn and let me get on with it, with a scorn to plague my memories.

But hey, I worked, sorta; and I wrote about it in a long and ultimately meaningless post. At least somehow I bagged a 50 bucks in the wallet, even if it’s not in the bag yet. And there’s the matter of the R.AGE article, which Pei Ling confirmed was published, and it’s an extra 160 bucks(?) in the bag as well. Not quite here yet, but yeah, I’m waiting.

Thanks to Pauline for the R.AGE op. And for the Melawati Hill pic taking trip today, which was -- literally -- an excellent breath of fresh air over a stagnant, recycled sem break.

Ah, here’s a fine introduction from Pauline this afternoon, when we were waiting for Brian (Bryan?) to fetch us to lunch.

http://www.boltcity.com/copper/

Cheers.