As I reflect on the foreclosure, an old feeling comes back to me. When I went through my divorce, there were times that I felt like some flotsam or jetsam carried down stream by a raging river.

riverrun, past Eve and Adams, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,

At times, I felt carried along, rapidly, jostled by torrent. At other times, I found myself going around in circles in eddies beneath large rocks. All that was left was to go with the flow and hope I ended up okay.

to wound the autumnal city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.

The quote from the beginning of one great story leads to another, and then another.

Someone must have traduced Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning

I find it interesting that my mind has drifted to the beginning of great stories, since perhaps that relates to divorces and foreclosures. “What the caterpillar thinks is the end of the world, the butterfly knows is only the beginning”.

So, where does the butterfly head?

“Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

I have a lot to do this week, but I’ve got a splitting headache, I think from allergies acting up, compounded by stress, so, instead of working on the computer and doing a bit of writing, I will mostly rest for a little while.