I spent yesterday afternoon turning mole hills into a range of Mt. Kilimanjaro-like peaks.
Not a restorative way to spend the day. If the top had come off– and it was close — a volcano of pressure would have erupted, destroying everything in its wake with irrational reactions and bursts of incoherent mutterings.
Remember the Modest Mouse song, The World at Large? “My thoughts were so loud, I couldn’t hear my mouth. My thoughts were so loud.”
That pretty much sums up yesterday.