Two jobs, the many needs of the many, and pharmaceutical mood manipulation…

Corporate ascension junkies blindly following maps of metrics looking for perfect synergies, bureaucratic oaths spewed across counters denying and allowing access to that which is approved accessible, and little white mood adjusters bought with employment benefits exist all for the purpose to benefit… someone. The tax man cometh and takes the difference between that which was given versus that which was procured… the result gorges the basement and garage and yet leaves an unsettling emptiness.

Meanwhile, the eagles are overflowing from their crowded nesting roosts on the upper Skagit. An early warming of the air threatens an early breach of daffodils and tulips. The motorcycle may require a mount and rev as the waters recede and the frost subsides. The little white mood adjusters may need to take a back seat.