The only constant thing about me is my online presence. Tomorrow I move house. And I’m not sure where to thereafter >.<

I hate moving, this will be move number 3 in less than a year. Luckily I have almost no possessions* other than our clothes and D’s toys. Wait…I think I own a pastry brush. Not sure where it is though.

Oh and cellphone components which could make a tiny /twitching Transformer or 3.75 very brand id confused phones. At least when the apocalypse comes some clever engineer can use it to make a remote controlled toaster or something.

Point is; it is either very sad or very Zen to possess so little. D’s Alphabet Worm is hardcore though…ooh if you mix that with the cellphone components we could be on to something. Children of the Post Apocalyptic generation watch out! We could broadcast the alphabet and it’s assorted colours**, sounds and dinky little tunes for kilometres. Survivors in the (insert new home suburb here) could be the future leaders simply by way of my possessions, a horrible disaster and some clever engineer who may or may not exist at that time.

I’m being quizzed about my sexp**. Been a while and quite interesting even if I feel like that part of me has been asleep like only the Kraken can.

Anyway. Boxes await.

1. Word of the day: kraurosis (yikes) and deluge (good word) oh and while we’re at it: Sooxle***

2. Insight of the day: Sometimes looking for word of the day can lead inexorably towards Eeeeek territory where even frantic mental scrabbling cannot get you away from the mental images generated by an overactive imagination

3. State of the pool: Stirring and yet extremely reluctant

4. Random thought: This entire post is random.

5. Awesomest lines: Quote today. Robert Frost -

“Suddenly, quietly, you realize that – from this moment forth – you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.”

6. Scripture line: 1 Corinthians 6:18 (New International Version): ¹⁸Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a man commits are outside his body, but he who sins sexually sins against his own body.

*Books count as movable memory storage or limbs and considering the constant state of flux in numbers I know they can’t really be mine.

**don’t ask – very Rasta worm this

***Figure it out. Not that hard.

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