Blessings counted.

I've had two days of high-powered mega-watt output. I must be due for a crash.

I've been crashing more this fall than I like to admit. I'm afraid of the introspection that might tell me why. I'm afraid to step on the scale. Everything is balanced more delicately than I like to look full in the face.

I'm cool with that on the good days. Today? Today is a good day.