Yesterday began with finding a piece of my favorite set of glasses, an etched Great Wave pattern that Jane got me long, long ago, broken in the dishwasher.

And escalated into a birthday present probably involving an internet scam artist on Amazon…

Then the Books LLC hassle— I now know how to reach the more sensitive parts of Amazon and various other sellers. There is a magic address, and if you are a writer with infringement troubles, ask me: I don’t want to publicize it for fear these companies will tuck it more deeply into their structure.

That took all day. Neither Jane nor I got ANY work done. I am still laboring under an adrenaline charge that does not produce good writing. But the brain is working better today. DAW wants more Foreigner books: that came through yesterday. Right now I just want to let my nerves settle. Think tranquil thoughts. Settling back into the deep core of my brain and out of fight mode requires some doing after a charge like that.

So please be kind to the frazzled writer. I need tranquility today.