It is Thursday and grey and my headache is almost gone. It is Thursday, two more days to meet all the deadlines of the week. My sleep is undercut by the scurrying of my dreams, small sharp teeth in the dark. I could use the blessing of Jupiter on me, the grace of yes, and of tell me...

I am grateful for the early start and the capacity to cope. The breath that opens the tightness. The grey of the day that is so smooth and so mild and so willing.