day 277 || frustration

Stress coils up today, tight spring, fist of frustration. Spent the day sorting, filing, recycling,

but I don't want to dwell on the demons mocking my lack of time for photos/writing/painting. Seems I always complain these days: need to spin the day on its head. Control the time even when the choices out number the hours. If only an hour a day allows for developing a ne project, a sense of accomplishment for the time opens itself.