Obla di, obla dah

Just had Weekly with the boys. We're all doing *okay*, but not quite on point. Zack made a mistake at work that sounded fairly routine to me -- people *do* make mistakes, one doesn't enjoy the process but one does get over it and move on -- Gabe is still very carefully avoiding searching for his focus but getting lots of good day-to-day stuff done during the process, which is regrettable but understandable as muses *bite*, and I have gotten a lot of good political contact work done but still haven't done any work towards recruiting the architect for the Arcology project I want these politicians to support.

And I'm having several trivial physical symptoms which it would be easy to interpret as panic-responses. Rumbly belly, minor heartburn (given my cardiac history, this can be terror-provoking until conclusively recognized), and so on.

Ordinarily I'd pull some grand and lovely thought out of this, but I ain't feelin' it this morning. I'll try food and see if that helps.