Every now and then, the inner fire of Kelly is dampened a little, squelched, and starts to steam instead of burning. Being a fire sign, I don’t like it when this happens. At worst, it takes me a few days to build it back up until it starts kicking ass properly like it should. So, that leaves me today and tomorrow, and I’d better be doing fabulous by then.

So, I’m in the process of getting my pilot light going again.

The family has reached levels of dysfunction that are so excruciatingly high, I literally can’t stand it. Fight or flight responses have kicked in for sure. I realized yesterday, as I evolved into a total slug on the couch that humans have developed a more modern approach to mere fight or flight, which I believe my sister has termed “possuming out”. Possums play dead until its all over and the big scary thing has gone away. I rather think they are smarter than people normally give them credit for. You hear about elephants and dolphins, sure. But the humble possum has become my spirit animal for the time being.