i once read a poem about how to deal with things that get under your skin...inspired by an oyster that turns a grain of sand into a glittering pearl...

perhaps that should be the appraoch to the everyday ugliness we come face to face with...deal with it, bear it, allow it to sink into your peaceful sleep and make u turn around each night...and churn it and boil it in the cauldron of restlessness until a solution finally emerges...

it just might be the beginning of days that smell like they've arrived straight from the laundry...washed, crisp, almost... brand new...