WildTurkey of Ember

I was expecting to feel better than I did. Bit of a setback. SO annoying and tiresome all around. We went out for a sandwich and coffee. The shop was crowded. I looked around at my fellow humans, and felt I did not like them as much as I probably should. I think I let myself get too hungry, in anticipation of a nice tuna sandwich, and that always makes me cranky. I contemplated some earlier writing, and wished I could obliviate everything I've learned about publishing and audiences. I tried to do various things via the internet, all of which are billed as easier than they turned out to be. I'm trying to get someone to come and do buckthorn removal. It's wincingly expensive, like all work one gets done on the house, but obviously I'm not doing a very good job of taking care of it myself, as I once thought I could do. I've had email communication with a provider, but now they want me to send them photos of my buckthorn. I asked myself if I felt like doing that right then, or if I'd rather take a nap. The nap won.