Def Leopard and Ritalin

I make discoveries everyday, archaeological finds, digs in the recesses of the dirt infested caves of my dwelling, some of them like a faded holey shirt a homage to a semi-defunct band. I hold it tightly to my heart and breathe in the essence of sunlight. It is glorious and I smile and cry and know she has led me to this treasure because I need a treasure now. Others like the pills that I find squirreled in bags and drawers remind me why I hide them and I should quit, but I won't and I can't.

Medication continues to be an annoying irony of these phantom neurological paradoxes. Ritalin, magical pill,directing my brain to stay awake, to try to focus, to supplement the other pills when they can't keep me awake. I like these pills, but the ones to apparently slow my brainwaves down are not as pleasant an incendiary crusade battling with the others.
Enough of this poppycock. The sun is shining. I have sparkles on my shirt and my pants, yes my pants. I have started embroidering again a farm picture I began in 1983. I may watch Thomasina yet. Onward there are roads to be run, flowers to be planted, fun to be had...