the abundance of blossoms on my bush/tree is amazing. the storm yesterday created a snowfall-like scenario with the white little blossoms blowing through the air. the green grass was covered with a white blanket and yet, when i looked at the bush this morning there were still millions of blossoms. it's even impossible to see a difference from yesterday. quite astounding. 

i have an abundance of crankiness in me this morning. i could bitch and moan and yell and criticize. i don't want to go running, i don't want to run any  errands, i don't want to clean the house - no dusting, no vacuum cleaning - i don't want to pay bills - no no no. i want heavy rain and thunder right now and a clock that ticks backwards. and yes, i don't want any smart thoughts or psychological insights. i want to spill my barrel full of crankiness and i know i don't have to worry about the refill. it's free and it will be done automatically. there is an abundance of it. out there. in me. and i cherish it. now. on my run.