a sene of unknowing has swept over my brain just as the fog does over san francisco bay, chilling the entire city and obstructing the warmth of the sun. this current situation certainly does not come near the gift of desperation that got me into recovery, but it completely shields the sunlight of spirit as it reminds me that i am not the captian on this ship but merely a passenger. i so want to hate that or at least my ego does. gotta just keep going and run those red lights. at least for today.