…start blowing stuff up.”  I realized Wednesday, after a small psychotic incident (when you wake up wondering if you’ve had a stroke, the rest of your day will not unfold well), that cutting myself off from creative works was turning into a very bad idea.  After scaring the hell out of my boss with my borderline behavior, I excused myself at 1300 and went home to stare off my deck into my backyard.

After an hour of that, I got a notepad & pen and began.  Nothing detailed, just trying to SEE.  Made about a page and a half while my aggregates slowly coalesced into normalcy.  In downtime on Friday, did some checking and realized the nuke plant NNW of Portland, from my childhood memory, was out:  the progs have obliterated all trace of it.  But, there is a bridge, about a mile north… about 3/4 page of notes.

Today, half of #fam was at swim meet, so more waiting to SEE.  Finally got it:  a wrap to the Cannibal Army from Act I, as well as exposition of local politics, more friend Mackenzie, and how Joe actually falls for Nichole.  Literally:  from an exploding bridge blanketed by nerve gas.

No story below the fold, but I did want to share my notes; they’re 1;4 and 2;3 in the pics, so don’t get confused.  I’ve made a gallon of my super-concentrated tea for tomorrow and am going to bed early.  Hoping for much friendship, politics, and mayhem, tomorrow!