From blue to grey

This weekend was productive more so than any other weekend within this year or even possibly two. So much has passed, work completed, exercise, hair cut, concert tickets acquired, kombucha started, argument and driving practice. I feel nervous because the work I completed is not fresh in my head and I fear I've forgotten something. I'm just a mess looking for ways to feel stable, that little droplet of water that is a perfect dome on the countertop just waiting for something to ruin its fragile balance. I hope I'm not that fragile lots could happen and I could get by but it wouldn't be fun by any means. Lets just not have that happen shall we, sounds good.