I feel so much better today

 Embarking on this journey - in essence writing love letters - to myself, to you, to the universe - has sparked a sliver of hope and joy.  It is that, or the good night's sleep and the cup of mushroom coffee this morning.  

Yep, I bought a subscription, accidently, of mushroom coffee.  I only wanted to TRY the stuff but that comes with a subscription that you have to be very canny about to cancel before the second delivery.  I was not successful.  The good news - even though when pressed as to why I wanted to cancel - "It tastes like dirt - and coffee" - the stuff has grown on me. OMG.  What an image! I can see I have become/ am now the unwitting host to a million mycelium.  Quick! Find me an image of the brain-eating, zombie-inducing fungus that takes over wasps and ants and ... mushroom coffee drinkers!



I, of course, cannot watch this- what with my super-secret ad blocker.  I'm beginning to suspect it was my zombie-mushroom brain that installed that function.  


NOTE- This post may be in the running for the greatest per capita use of -hyphens- in a blog post.

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