Unglued ...

There's a moderate amount of screaming going on in my head.
The words, the messages don't make any sense. But they're incessant.
It's an annoying sort of chaos.

I've had another one of those hi/lo weeks - and it's only half over. As usual, it's been punctuated with a particular kind of emptiness that won't allow me to rest completely. Chips have fallen, but I could use a few falling my way.

When they do, I'll likely feel myself again. Likely. No guarantees.

In the meantime...