Saturday 3: It could be due to a new year but, for quite a while, I have felt we are entering a period of great change. Possibly even cataclysmic. The feeling has been so strong some days that it made me wonder why I bother doing anything creative, let alone maintain a blog. After all, if we do end up with a Survivors’ type of scenario (which I used to see in my mind many years ago, but with a totally barren landscape - the remaining humans eking out a sub-primitive existence), nothing I do or have done will remain after me. And, ultimately, any form of self-expression is a desire to self-validate, isn’t it?
While I have been known to be prophetic, there was prospective hope in that mind nightmare; just that everything material would be reduced to dust, finally creating a level playing field.
As it hasn’t happened, and there is now to get on with, the mundane tasks the mind:
Tried to remember the last time I was weighed, I think it was in Worthing Hospital, in 2002, after the car crash. Weight generally is not an issue as muscles often make us heavier. Plus, I can usually tell if I am carrying anything surplus or even temporarily porkish.
A trick is to keep ‘thin’ clothes. Like the size 27 Seven jeans (which, incidentally, I was wearing at the time of the crash).
Today, they continue to fit, although they are those annoying low-rise ones, which push any bloat over the top - into a Buddha belly. Still, it’s an effective measuring aid. Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to weigh myself as part of personal clearances, and got some scales from the supermarket.
Ta-da! With all my winter clothes on, I am 9 stone 3 (height 5′5″). It is perfectly fine medically, but I do feel a bit heavy so the keep fit equipment is being wheeled out - again. After I finished (over)eating something completely non-nourishing.
Another of my resolutions is to be as slapdash as the NandDs, and some others, in answering emails. Are they aware of their indifference? It is even worse when they are ignored and then answered weeks later with ‘issues’. It makes life all very exhausting, and definitely tests any spiritual resolve.
Yet, despite a potential Earth catastrophe, the inner creator is not ready to stop. My mind is full of paintings and drawings, which I would like to do as a painting a day. If possible.
PS Anyone else noticed how deathly quiet it is everywhere (meaning the internet)?
Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer
New Year’s Day/Jan 2: A groggy start to the new year thanks to a sleep-inducing antihistamine and staying up to watch the fireworks. 
Tuesday 30/ Wednesday 31: Well I didn’t get attacked by other-dimensionals although my imagination did need a lot of dampening. However, when I went to bed last night, I noticed a large bite-like rash on the back of my left shoulder. (Cue Twilight Zone music!) 
