Here comes another one (if a sinkhole doesn't swallow us first)

An unexpected week of cutting ties and thinking in possible new directions while the rest of the world drowns or burns or continues producing, consuming, and disposing of more and more things that never go away. I'm looking for an upside here. I'm shopping for houses with inflated prices. House hunting, like shopping flea markets or thrift stores, depresses me. Ghosts. Traces of other lives. Histories. Stains. Smells. And then there's what to do with this one. Too many things happening at once. I've got to find a starting point and just begin. The first step leads to the second and so on. You know? 

This feeling you have that you think of as falling might just as well be flying.