composting

Things are breaking down. My telephone crackles, even though it's brand new. Lately, my television has been blinking off without pattern or discrimination, and then popping on again moments later -- though never, of course, during the commercials. My car's battery (or maybe it's the alternator) is on the fritz and so needless to say, it doesn't go vroom like it's supposed to do. I had to duck tape the antenna to my cell phone. My gums are in need of some doctorly attention. And even some friendships seem to be fracturing a bit, wearing thin at the edges, uncomfortably taught at the seams. Or perhaps it's just that my social skillz are in the tiznoillet.

But I find I'm not really upset about any of it.

Because, it doesn't feel all that bad.

In fact, it feels a very much like mulch.