I’m feeling better; how ‘bout you?

Conditions were great from early this morning. It’s all light: mail, parcels, the day, all of it. But I must suffer from an ailment that manifests as “Ok, it’s easy. Now I’d like to work on something else.”

Then I feel the edge of bitterness creeping toward me, and I hate it. I don’t hate anything, but this is from below I know, so yep I hate it.

I feel better now and I’m on Paradise Drive which is a loop. That helps a lot, knowing that it’s a loop . . .