This might seem unrelated, but my psychologist is trying to teach me to be cognitive about my emotions. Today I need to display some fury on the internet:
and I can now breathe again.
More thrilling posts on my preparations for Germany coming up. I can reveal that I am almost down to owning nothing more than a suitcase and my climbing gear; I offered most of the fluffy stuff I had to two cats that are under my supervision in the week before I go to Ireland for Vipassana. One of the cats graciously grated the gesture by giving me all he had in return -- puking on the carpet and poo/pee-ing on the floor.
Other entities have shown other signs of gratitude by receiving what used to be mine.