It was a passionate meal last night at The Jesus Crack House.  The chef worked hard.  We got the best table in the place with no waiting.  I wore my hair up. 

Wild mushroom salad
Oysters
Pan seared duck breast
Indian Bayou rice
Red wine
German chocolate cake
Coffee

It was good.  A great inspiration to writers of novels, readers of magical women, and lovers of poetry.  The inner sanctuaries of light and music were stirred.  Simple.  Genuine.  Free from expectation and therefore free of limitation.


Today is one of those days I call a Bonus Day.  Bonus Days are the days in which your best laid plans are supplanted by something else, such as weather.  When your day doesn't go (or at least start) the way you intended you get a bonus day of something you didn't intend.  I knew it was supposed to rain in the afternoon so I got up early to run before work.  Rain came early--about seven hours early!  Thunder and lightning with it.  So I get a Bonus Morning to sip tea and read good things and write a little.  Devil Cat looks angelic curled up beside me and the earth is getting a good long drink in the dark.  My plans didn't get ruined.  They just got changed. 

I don't know if middle age has brought it on or if all the alternative philosophy I have been embracing the last few years is finally being absorbed, but I am so less inclined to get bent out of shape over things than I used to be.  It could also be a natural side effect of recovery.  When you get over life-altering episodes of everything gone wrong, the little things not going exactly to plan seem like such small potatoes by comparison.  It's just a little rain.  It's not your mother throwing furniture at your father or a home invasion while you are babysitting.  Survival has many layers.  One of them is a better level of discernment.  Rain is generally good.  A change of plans is nothing more than a new opportunity.  Disappointment is a choice.

Since today is the day I work on my novel I am going to resist the urge to write on in this philosophical mood and leave that work to another kind of day--rainy or otherwise.  I will find another way to run today and another day to write but before I go must pass along The Magic Tea Cup's message this morning.  It is either a canine with his jaws open or the letter K in script.  I can't decide.  If it's a wolf, as I think it is, he seems to be more jovial than scary so I'm going to assume he's got a song to sing.  If it's a K, well I assume it's a clue to something that isn't immediately obvious to me now.  And that's O...K... 

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