Things did take a turn for the worse this week… somehow there’s a separate season cycle in my own mind. In my psyche, it’s not winter. It just turned Re-Evaluate What The Hell You’re Doing. During the season of REWHYD, the major form of precipitation is question marks. They fling themselves at you. Some of them stick. Like Colorforms to your refrigerator.
I think my car mirror incident was a metaphor for right now. Attempt to rip out the old, watch it dangle by a sturdy cable, and then go, “Huh. Ok then.” and drive away.