Day 3

I woke up today in a bad mood. It had nothing to do with my illness. At least, at this point, I don’t think it had anything to do with my illness. I believe it was because of the dream. I dreamed I was in a church.  Maybe not a church.  It was a massive structure, with both lower and upper level seating.  I was sitting alone in the upper level watching some sort of religious ceremony.  Ritual.  I was seated so far away, I could not tell the specifics of the ritual, but the mood was black.  It was an anti-Christ ritual of some sort.  That was the knowledge I had in the dream.  Anyway, after watching for a couple minutes, I was suddenly carried away.  Lifted up out of my seat at incredible speed toward some malignant force.  I woke up before I encountered the malignancy.  I started work earlier than usual. But then I got sick of it. I got in the car and headed to the bagel store. On the way there I saw this:

I pulled over to gawk.  It turned into quite a mess.  Here it is a few minutes later:

O my spirit was lifted immediately! I laughed and laughed and laughed!

Only the most mild symptoms of the illness for the rest of the day:

Intensity: very mild *fever* broke out in early afternoon.  Was watching the news and the broad who speaks for Trump was asked about the Jews bombing a Catholic church.  When she said the Jews said it was an accident, I wanted to shit in her mouth.

Frequency: The desire to shit in the Trump broad's mouth was the only *fever,* and it burned off as soon as I changed the channel to General Hospital.

Factors: No new insights.