Not much morning reflection time left

Tuesdays are just a little too packed for me. This morning the home network went down just as i made it on line. I was searching for a replacement data and charging cable for my phone, as last night i discovered mine must have been bent around enough to become quite unreliable. I had been highly annoyed to find the new phones came with a different USB port than all the mini USB cables i had used, but i'm happy to find it's a standard (micro USB) and to find adapters and retractable cords and all sorts of things. The adapters are the happiest find, given the number of mini USB to USB cables around the house.

Health wise, i'm wondering if the positive feelings of late last week were entirely chemical (and fading). ( I am still showing symptoms of burn out. )

As a side comment: ( back pain )

Today i'm supposed to think about creative things and i just *can't*. I'll do that tomorrow. I will note that in Meeting, feeling so good, my muse kept offering things for me to create. Color and color and pattern and the feel of making and structure and interconnection and color and color. Waves of ideas. Dad and i spoke briefly yesterday morning, and he was essentially advocating that i become an inventor, and sharing all the ideas he had for inventions but never built. I don't have that sort of idea so much. And perhaps because i've watched the failure of so many .com ideas (some more closely than others) i'm jaded at the thought of them. I also know the challenges in bringing them forward in a way he doesn't.

I did have an idea for a facebook "game" but it's not in Christine's focus right now.

(no subject)

Dear Universe,

How kind of you to take notice of our little chat about whether we miss warm summer nights as we miss fireflies and thunderstorms. We're sure now. We don't miss them. Shouldn't we need a sweater by now?

Thanks, but no thanks,

Me