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I think I should just accept that bad things are going to happen on my mornings until they finally stop happening. Nothing terribly big and bad, but a few small things each and every day. The negatives add to each other and no reason is given. The difficult part of it is that they just *happen* - no reasons given nor ways of sorting. If someone has been hurt or offended, I can't apologise. If I have underperformed, I can't do better, for I don't know what I have done. So these morning negatives not only happen, they pile up.

I get more problems on days that hurt. Today hurts quite a lot - if I hadn't taken time out yesterday, it would be much worse. The pain's not going to stop me doing things today, but I suspect it might get in the way of me enjoying them, especially since I've already had three problems thrown my way this morning.

I did that bit of extra work last night. I just need to enter it on the computer and do a printout and one last big think before I can move on. This is what I do when life is out of control and full of negatives: find the one or two things that aren't out of control and do something to ensure they remain that way.

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My summer wildlife is visiting early.

Bogong moths keep drowning themselves in my sink. What's so attractive about my sink? I stare at the dirty dishes and can see nothing to warrant early death?

I also have a pet cricket.

Every year I seem to gain a pet cricket. Last year I had two. This year is only one, but he's big and has come early and he's very adventurous. He spent a couple of hours napping on my computer speaker this afternoon and now is exploring my curtains. His vertical ascent is occasionally delayed when his size gets the better of his ambitions and he slides down a foot.

Oh! He's made it to the pelmet. He's leapt. There was a splat sound from behind me. He's now four foot away from the curtains. I am not going to investigate, I'm afraid. I think the visiting wildlife this year is suicidal.