when we took a load of lp's to the car i locked us out. all our stuff was in there and i had a meltdown. we drove to my landlady and she had a set of keys with a blank white circle card and an envelope of mystery keys. the blank keys were my keys, praise be. we got the rest of the vinyl loaded and home in time for the afternoon chuck walk. but i'm feeling the post-cortisol flush exhaustion. i'll make a shower and a pizza. some mysteries are keys and some keys are mysteries. oh, we also brought the statue of mary home in a pendleton shirt. we're giving it to another church. she was abiding a long time and many hours of darkness with a gnostic such as me. speaking words of wisdom. let it be.