Festering and wallowing.

June 21, 2021. Festering and wallowing. We don’t know words the way we think we know words. A news story on my morning feed trumpeted the “hefty fine” a moronic, fireworks-spewing joyrider faced: one thousand dollars. The fine is many things – ridiculous, a joke, insufficient – but hefty it’s not. I’m left with the…… Continue reading Festering and wallowing.

Mould, mildew, and anxiety.

I’m not sure that combining an anxious nature with a creative imagination is a good idea. I think I’d do better at managing my anxiety if my brain couldn’t create elaborate, albeit improbable, scenarios. It’s a nice thought. I like it. It’s probably not true: I had three panic attacks yesterday without much in the…… Continue reading Mould, mildew, and anxiety.