purpose

Purpose, or what's left of it. I'm not even sure what that means. It's late and I'm tired, I guess. Some legal matters are finalized now, with new uncertainties to untangle tomorrow. 

Distractions abound. The din. Drowns out my own thoughts. Worse, other ideas slip in that I might think were my own. Chaff.

It's not so dire; admittedly, I frame it that way because that's how it feels sometimes. But not all the time. Right now, I'm cozy in my bed, listening to some ethereal music. The bizarre floating creatures writhing along in the sky have not noticed me yet, so I still have time to plan and prepare. I can get stronger and smarter and learn to be better. 

I've got a good feeling about tomorrow.