I got stranded at home , by a of oxygen that had me put the bicycle where it was, and mail my boss I’d not be joining him . Since providence had already provided me with ’ comments on the topic, I decided to simply follow his advice, and keep up the good work of downing numerous glasses of water during the day, and adding a little salt every now and then to signal my brain about the impending rescue from dehydration….

Since I’ve also avoided coffee today, shortness of breath was however by a nagging but not yet painful headache. And that had me wondering: if we are taught here we can have it all, why must everything we do here seem like a trade-off? I love coffee, but for the sake of my lungs I should give it up. But in , I get a headache because of caffeine shortage. I’d rather write than test software, but if you want to write you must first be able to , and in order to do that, you need to work…

The only stuff I do get for free without having asked for them are the numerous syncs that promise me impossible things, until I finally cave in and go after them. And then impossible becomes "quite plausible, but when?" And that puts me right back in the trade-off mechanism again. I just seem to let go! If I let go, I let go of hope, not of outcome. And that headache makes it difficult for me even to finish this of thought…

Well, something brought back the hope a bit this afternoon: a reply from the publisher about that change I requested in my book regarding the date of meeting which their publication date voided: They wanted to change it, but needed help finding the correct passages. So perhaps everything will work out alright…..

At least my novel is now on track again, and I am of my Asthma. The Quiche Lorainne is baking in the oven (yeah, ready-made), and I will be leaning back for supper and a relaxed nite on the couch practicing my detachment. It is just a of uncoupling a few tangled concepts in my mind. Once I’ve got that straightened out, I should be fine.

Bon Appetit, if it is that time for you,

Dre’