It's precipitating wet stuff out of the sky, but I'm warm and dry in here. And tiM was blown away by his wet suit, the other day at the coast... And now I'm just listening to some jazzy kind of music, playing on the stereo, as we remember the amazing turf sculptures in Civic, in some abandoned bank office building, now reclaimed as art space for the common man. One Tuesday in February It's a beautiful day to be alive! I have just stepped outside the building on my lunch break with a can of Coca-Cola and now I can quietly relax and enjoy sitting on a bench in the sunshine and sit and quietly sip on my drink. The quietness is interrupted by a helicopter flying overhead for a moment. A few more sips and the caffeine and chemical cocktail begins to work, to give me a "rush" - or perhaps just a nudge. One quick ten minute walk around the buildings and I'm half way back to my building. I'm a little puffed but feeling good. Better start heading back to my office soon. One Wednesday in March I walk outside into the glorious day. The sun shines brightly, another lunch time, another can of coke. Sweet as honey. Sickly sweet. I find time to sit in the shade, enjoy the beautiful day and sip the sweet nectar. Such a change from the stuffy offices - air conditioned and closed and controlled climate. My Brother. Oh brother... I have a brother who thinks that he understands all about my condition. But, deep down I think that he thinks that my condition is all caused by a combination of: low self-esteem, not thinking positively, bad diet, and a guilty conscience (presumably about either not working hard enough, seeing prostitutes, or forgetting birthdays, or some crap like that). He has lots of good intentions but basically he can't come to terms with the fact that I earn a good salary (not unlike him) but I spend all my money (basically on myself) with not much to show for it, and he has a wife and four kids to support. If I mention on the phone that I have to go down the street to buy a few groceries, then he will gladly spend half an hour telling me about his favourite recipe, and what ingredients to buy to make it (and how good it will be for me) - even though I tell him that I could not be less interested in his recipe. Oh brother! Religion, sex, etc. I have some ... shall I say unconventional views on religion. I was touched by a Christian "anecdote", for lack of a better thing to call it, where, the story goes that a man talks to god and says (basically) "throughout my life I have been walking along a beach, and I saw two sets of footprints, yours and mine.