I have a fever. I think I'm in love or maybe I have allergies. Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference. Today I am planning to use Rescue Remedy for mood swings. I went to bed with paint on my fingers. Red paint. I used feathers and I glued them down. Perhaps the painting flew away. I have to go look and see if I left the window open. Love makes me anorexic. If I start losing weight, I'll know it isn't allergies. Sometimes, Job's travails come into my thoughts, unbidden.