Yesterday was all ominous, dark foreboding. Lost in a forest of anxiety and confusion. One of Dante's circles of hell. Turns out, everything was fine. Came home late, made a portabello mushroom sandwich, crashed out for a long, fitful sleep.

This morning the black fog has lifted. Not sure whence came the storm.

My fate is in the hands of the gods. I touch bottom and float back to a happy, expectant, optimism. Energy is eternal delight. Chalk it up to my killer 'witches brew.'

"One more cup of coffee 'fore I go, to the valley below."