Grass in a tornado

I'm still struggling with trying to make my table at the convention happen and apparently there is some confusion on the other end as to wether or not it's taken care of. So I've decided to give it a day or two more before I send a money order and then just wait for a day I can talk to my bank and the people involved in person and just figure out who fell asleep at which wheel.

That's part of what inspired the title this time. I was getting into a pretty cruddy mood about all the trouble this thing has caused. It was something that should have been done and taken care of on the seventh but here we are looking at turning over another month and the storm of problems seems more turbulent that it had in the beginning.

It leads to stress and the desire to throw a massive tantrum. But I discovered that this time dilation thing that I talk about from time to time has other applications. Apparently a weekend long breakdown can be relegated to several hours of a single day and then I find that zone.

the one where I become flexable like a blade of grass in a tornado and can find a way to adapt to which ever way the wind is blowing. It's a bad word getting to that point but when you do it's like falling up and suddenly the weight is gone and the stress isn't stress anymore.

It's a wonderful feeling when it happens, just sorta wish it was something that happens a bit easier.

Anyway I'll manage something out of the turbulance, and in the mean time I've got some big things happening in the next day or two.

I'll write again tomorrow, until then...
Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack