-_0 anticipating trouble, the witching worry hour wakes me.

maybe earth and sky could meet here and that's why I always wake up and check (?). 

when it's today, I will have to strategize empty apt / get alll that $$$ pc shit to safety very efficiently (thanks nlr nothing D-Nozl), host MTV at my house, turn off his unpaid cable ... AND roll the schmitzclan over on its back and rub it tummy (the lameness of the key thing, damning). and work. and none of that can show on me as wearing in front of Ears EXCEPT humor, grit. he can't help this, he's sick. so I narrate it back to him as bemusing, assuaging and removing all I possibly can.

so I wake, make lists, the soul of magic of the mundane