My nap was disturbed

a while ago by what sounded like military planes overhead. Normally this doesn't provoke a reaction from me beyond "Huh," but for some reason I had to check the news as soon as I'd woken up a bit (this took a while, today. Need. More. Sleep. Dangit.). Threat level in DC may be raised to "High"? Somehow, I was expecting that.

[Update: Ah, it's been raised for the financial services sector.]

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You ever have one of those days when you feel you're on the verge of some Great Insight into your life but instead your train of thought gets derailed by "Should I go to the grocery store tomorrow, or should I wait till Tuesday?" And then you find yourself humming the 'Til Tuesday song "Voices Carry" and wondering why the fridge door is open and you're standing there with a plum in your hand? Yeah, this is one of those days.

I don't need a Great Insight right now, really, if it's too much trouble. I'd settle for a little insight. Or a sustained train of thought. Or a bottle of grapefruit juice.

There's one situation taking too much of my brainspace. I need to stop worrying so much about something I don't control. Problem is, while I don't control things, I do have influence. It's the influence of a small movement in a chaotic system, a butterfly who knows that one flap of its wings may or may not cause a distant hurricane. The butterfly needs not to let herself be paralyzed by the thought, needs to take care of herself and fly where it's best for her to go without listening to anyone who tries to blame her for the weather.

Store tomorrow, then. Must remember to buy toothpaste.