I painted my toenails this morning. I never do it very well. I think the average seven year old (who paints their toenails) is more careful about it than I.
They are navy blue. I think it kind of looks cool, and kind of makes me look like a corpse, which is not so cool. Oh well.
I don't know if I have anything deep to say. spiritually things are, maybe, the calm before the storm? (or the eye of the storm?) I feel a bit in limbo. Not catholic limbo (like people need to pray to get me out - though that might help) or the party game/dance - just stasis. It's weird, weird, weird.