Brings up a lot of conflicting emotions. I woke today feeling like the world is just completely out of control.
What I'd really like to do is gather up all my perfume making materials, my books, lab equipment, raw essences, distillation unit, bottles and all the various sundry articles of perfume building, and sit in a darkened corner and formulate, forgetting the world. But I can't do that. It's not mature. It's not facing the problems. It's not happening.
I have a commemorative luncheon this afternoon that focuses on strength established through tragedy.
I am, if nothing else, a glutton for punishment.