It’s been a couple of days since we have been back. I think Cyd and I are on schedule again; she is throwing her usual tantrums and I am, as usual, miffed about them. It’s good to be home but I truly wish I were still away.

Believe it or not, this is a defining moment in my life. There are decisions to be made, things to be arranged, redecorating to be done, etc. A sloughing off of the past 44 years perhaps? A midlife crisis of the Ninja Doll kind? Who knows. I only know I must be in motion now. All things must change. All of them, including me.

What looms in my mind is horrifying even to me. But the choices are plainly in sight whether I like them or not, whether you like them or not. Premonitions are curses, if you didn’t already know that. I have dreamed the dreams and I have known what they meant. My sixth sense has been screaming but I have not been listening — stupidly, I have turned a deaf ear to it all. I won’t say that it was the wrong thing to do, I will say it wasn’t exactly the right thing to do.

Time to get moving.