I am not a fan of hedonism, having had my fill of it. Something I learned since childhood, growing up in the 70’s. I am still recovering from the error my ways. So, I am not a prude, rather an expert on that matter.

Despite my inglorious past, and my efforts to reform myself and appear ‘normal,’ no matter what I do in the mirror every morning, I look like Javier Milei. If you don’t know what he looks like, imagine David Cassidy (also from the 70’s) stuck his finger in a light socket. Or, Tina Turner, getting caught in the rain. It’s those two entertainers morphed into one bad hairdo!

This phenomenon where I believe the universe is trying to tell me something is similar to when I wanted to put lots of straw in the hen pen. The universe warned me in a fashion hard to explain- rather like an impression, a warning in my being that advised against it.

I did it anyway and rats had a fiasco- tunneling, destroying, gnawing. Rrrrrrr!

The same thing happened when I went shopping and everything I wanted to buy was orange. What is this urge?? Nobody wears orange actually. Except emergency workers and people who don’t want to be hit by cars, etc.

Perhaps I should be more concerned about my safety than usual. Universe? AM I getting warm?

After the fiasco with the rats, I am inclined to listen more to this inner being, or Being. This guide- Impression too powerful to ignore.

I have to make my hair work for me. I have to “own” my hair. Liberty!!

Sometimes I have to play the cards I am dealt. After a few fashion tips from YouTube, I look very stylish, actually. Add orange earrings. I look like a seventy’s rock star with a touch of Talbot’s.