I Believe I May Be Under The Weather

Not a great picture of the moon from last night but definitely the best one I've ever taken with a phone camera. And that light-aura was indeed present in real life. It was dramatic. I first typed "dreamatic" and perhaps that should be a new word because it was that, too. 

Last night I ended my post with the words, "I feel incredibly fortunate tonight, which is a fine way to feel," and I did and it did. Today, however, I have felt bitchy and whiney once again and it is not a fine way to feel at all. In fact, I think I don't feel that well in general which is unusual for me and for THAT I am definitely grateful. 
Perhaps it's just this eternal heat that saps our energy and makes everything so much harder. I think if I were living in Scarlet O'Hara times (and thank god, I'm not), I would be complaining of having the vapors. I feel limp and enervated, lacking in both spine and spirit. My head feels too heavy for my neck and every time I go past a bed I feel a great urge to lie down on it, to go ahead and give in but I don't because I'm afraid I won't sleep tonight if I do. 
And there's nothing wrong with me. 
I am sure it's all in my (too heavy) head. 

I tidied my back porch today, taking off the tablecloth and replacing it with my favorite one, throwing away the detritus which does accumulate on that table, putting a few books on shelves because I'm not doing anything with them out here. Trying to create order because that always makes me feel better. I attacked the wispy webs that seem to be everywhere on the porch. The spiders who make them are almost invisible and yet they manage to poop and spin these ridiculous and unattractive webs. Ghost webs, is how I think of them. I am generally quite tolerant of spiders and even appreciative of their beauty and skill but these leave me only annoyed. I wiped down the flat surfaces on the porch and swept the floor of it. Yesterday's mowing by Mr. Moon sent great quantities of the black dust that covers everything here through the screens. And that feels better too. 

I watered porch plants and hauled a large pot out of the camellia bed that had nothing in it but dirt and I planted some kalancho sprouts I'd brought back from Roseland in it and then I planted a very large, very overgrown kalancho I bought months ago at a nursery in the ground but that is not going to work. The stem is not sturdy enough to hold the plant up although it's a pretty girthy stem. I need to prune the dang thing and make cuttings. I need to encourage it to reproduce. And I need to find another pot to move to the kitchen garden area where we get the most sun in which to plant those cuttings. I have two very large and empty pots on my swing porch but I can't move them myself. I'm going to have to ask Mr. Moon to do it for me and I hate asking him for that help which is ridiculous. He doesn't mind. 

Look what he did today.

He rewired the fifty pound lamp from Tom's collection of collected items, put the bulbs back in, and even superglued one of the shades that had broken. It's pretty cool. I think we might call it a "conversation piece."

He also fixed up the lamp I use on the back porch which needed some work. 

He's such a good fixer. 

I have nothing of interest to say or report. I can't even force myself to read much about what's going on in this country and the world right now. I'm sick of it. I am sick from it. We all are. There is a horrible, vile, deadly infestation of rot in our country, our world, and where it all started, I am not quite certain but I know who the carrier was and is and I know the lab where it was created is located at this moment in the White House which has been taken over, not by mad scientists, but by insanely power-hungry, demented, and obscenely wealthy men whose desire for more and more money can never be sated, who, while they are at it, allow the Demented in Chief to destroy and defile everything about what used to be called The People's House but which is now half in ruins. Quite literally. 

I'm going to go make some egg rolls. 

I am hoping tomorrow is a better day. 

Love...Ms. Moon