Days.

The days these days are very strange days. So many things to trouble and confuse the little JJ mind: decisions to be made, accommodations to be made, choices to be exercised and explanations to be attempted. It’s all a little exhausting, and I’m sure life would be so much easier if I were not both an INFJ and an HSP. Don’t we so love our labels these days?

The African woman who seems to like communicating with me has sent me two YouTube music clips so far, and they’ve both been splendidly to my taste. That’s unusual. And I had a strange incident with a hen pheasant today. I swear she said ‘but I’m hungry.’