Late Afternoon Light Draping Across the Landscape Like Honey? Close Enough.

• Things are mostly alright right now, but following The Events of the Past Few Weeks my system is a little wack. (I think that's the clinical term.) So, once again, lists it is.
• I don't know who needs to hear this, but I give you permission to check your most comforting dopamine-inducing childhood books from the public library and let the nostalgia and affection wash over and through you. For me, specifically, this includes the works of Kevyn Aucoin. In which I am transfixed by feminine beauty and the power of makeup.
  
  

   
  
  
  
  
• Things are not working out between myself and my lower back. The slipperiness of the ice combined with age and my general inclination to not take care of the damn thing with heat pads, K-tape and biofreeze have resulted in lots of wincing, muttering, and bending over ever-so-slowly to do damn near anything (especially at work).
• I learned today that one of my coworkers went to a local Waldorf-based school and had very little good to say about it. This, in a way, makes me feel better because I have a tendency to wonder about the "what-ifs" related to L's educational decisions. They said that the overall tenor of the school made it such that the kids got very good at getting away with bullshit. Fantastic. Probably not what the original Waldorfs were going for. Never got a chance to ask about eurythmics. They didn't seem to know what I was talking about when I asked about the first-graders trying to poison someone...or care? Anyway. GOOD AND BAD ARE CONTAINED IN THE FABRIC OF ALL THINGS IS MY TAKEAWAY I GUESS.
• I don't know why exactly, but my system just wants to curl up in a ball and pretend to have the flu. There's a spectrum of this. At the most severe I would probably be listening to the orchestral arrangement of The Eternal by Scandinavian persons while walking through a winter forest imagining pulling a VVitch. At the least I would be thousand-yard staring at nothing in particular while thinking "What the fuck" repeatedly a la a 90s production of Little Dorrit.
• Now to go see if L can reasonably spend the night in a hotel with he little besties for a birthday party. Bouuuuuuugie bougie bougie.