would that the magus of peace decree all the fireworks from crazy uncle sam's explosion emporium be duds.
i was thinking about crises, they explode huge, then my brain turns to water and they settle to the bottom. then like pips in beer they rise and submerge like lilliputian submersibles. or perhaps give myself credit for dealing with them expeditiously if somewhat subsurface in the lake and in the blog and grooving in wavy sleep. i probly just went back on autopilot til the next trigger hits. hmm, that's not so good. well i got a couple good therapists numbers lined up for when my new gusto phone arrives.  
i didn't quite move on. my noggin is too tired, and that is betimes nature's way of saying, please, for dogsake, give it a rest, you're killing me here! 
i thought of citizen four again. is he still four. four years in russia, and now a couple more. what does t-rump say about our boy. funny, russia. i'd like to pop in for a visit, though what would i say. the dude is a giant brain. 
disjointed? peerhaps. but if i tried to to the line and appeal to my friend who rarely visit, would they even know of my sacrifice, ha. 
but that's not fair to the rest i s'pose.