Jitters

Poor sleep last night. Repressed anxiety bleeding through. A dream of having to shuck an oyster quickly and flawlessly in front of world leaders - it had something to do with a Corona Virus cure. There was no time to practice. I began to worry about whether the oyster within would be dead or alive. That was a critical piece of this whole thing and I had no way of knowing. There was no one to consult. I started to spin but fought it back, knowing that to think about falling is to fall. 

It's a beautiful Indian Summer weekend. I'm going to meet my son this morning for a walk near the reservoir.