Turning the Corner?

So look what I found in the bushes along my driveway this morning :-) Meet Griz. Scraggly old cat of a couple months in age. Crying and crying in the ivy. I was all set to do a brisk five or six miles this morning and swing by the grocery on my way home for some much needed cream for my (ick) Kirkland coffee, that Teri assures me is "very good". Once you've imbibed the nectar of Kona, it's purdy hard to choke down anything short of a well pulled Italian espresso. Nothing has changed on the outward front of employment and income, but there is starting to be an inward rearrangement of my expectations, with a slight reduction in my remorse and morbid reflection factors. If you understood that you probably should not stop therapy any time soon. I hope to make it out to South Pasadena tomorrow to make an appearance on the set where a friend is doing a commercial for an outfit out of Denmark. It is starting to warm up here weather wise. I hope I make enough money soon to install a couple of new air conditioners. I feel very optimistic as I tap this out, but must admit that I have been living under a specter of fear and doubt for the past few weeks. I have lost that Mark Richford edge that has carried me through everything in the past. Part old age and part life not taken seriously. In order to get that chutzpah back, I am going to take some scene classes with Ms. Shari Shaw, at the Two Roads theatre in NoHo. I think it will help me get in touch with the confidence that I am lacking at present to make a go of it. Stay tuned God fans, more will be revealed. Peas. ~m