Ju-Ju Bee-Feces

A positive man's positive outlook can positively nosedive for no particular reason. I've always found that to be a perfectly sadistic feature of optimism.

Despite a weekend of celebration of bright futures of recent accomplishments, the bad ju-ju of which I often write has returned on the back of a niggling little cold front. Things--as things go--just ain't right.

There's little need to present the laundry list of symptoms. Rest assured, the ju-ju has taken a turn toward Cape Horn...or perhaps just Cape Hatteras (I'd recognize the Cape of Good Hope, but that would be a little ironic in the current situation).

There remains much to do before the fabled Bradoween--3D. The list, again, ain't worth the time spent to type it. However, following the path of the ju-ju is motivation. I've twice asked it to be a leader not a follower, but it seems to have selective auditory disfunction.

Tonight, I'm going to hide from th ju-ju. The wife is making herself better. The dog is protecting the front door. Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.