This hood is so much quieter than the big smoke, the city. Birds are singing. I long for correspondance these days. I have very little this week. suzanne Vega is singing 99.9 F degrees, her 1992 album. The crows are here this morning. Small birds of varied trush type too. I am stressed out. I woke up from a bad uncomfortable (physically) dream at 2am. i got up. I had slept 5-6 hours already. I will read Turning confusion into clarity. I have trouble understanding the psychological assumptions of that book about how our minds typically work. it assumes we always compare oursleves to others, that we are full of negative thoughts about oursleves etc. I am not like that and i am tired of reading this way of looking at the world. does this represent the vast majority of westerners mind?