okay so new resolution - face up to all the form-filling of signing on for the pension.  Now that really is a good idea.  turn my place into a fortress.

you know that's one of the things I like about the houses in Tasmania - they often have fences surrounding the place I know my friends kept their inner compound locked at night.

it's like that looks peaceful to me - a simple acknowledgement of the realities and a reasonable response - nice sturdy fences.

but, I am reliably informed it's all vibrations.  vibrations and energies.  ok so I manfully argue back - my instinctive take, I say, is that as a way of viewing the world it is as lacking as it is to view it as solely material - uh, no a vibrationalist is a vibrationalist and it looks like there's lots of them, where their inner ear is more central to their consciousness even though it is their vision they must be navigating by?

fortunately I get the tick of approval vibrationally wise and now I am energetically sorted, don't ask me why but sometimes that's all it takes, a little bit of writing, to cheer me up.  sleepy now...