Mercury in Retrograde

[Drunk Monk]

I seem to have lost my treasured Shaolin Temple wristband.

Given the run of shows and events that I've been on, I've had a few wristbands. I like to keep them on for a few days to remind myself that I may be more exhausted than I seem. Some wristbands are nicer than others and I swapped them for an odd rubber wristband that the ex-Abbot gave me at Shaolin Temple when I was back there in 2024. It was kinda odd, but tougher than a beaded mala and a good reminder. It was funky, an odd fusion of traditional. It had a Jinnaluo chant written in Chinese characters and pinyin. I love funky Shaolin stuff.

This morning I woke to a nekkid wrist. I'm not sure what became of it. It was thick and could not have snapped. Maybe I pulled it off accidentally when I was changing gloves at FIFA last night (I went through maybe a half dozen pairs of gloves). Maybe it came off when I was changing shirts, which I did several times putting on layers and such. Maybe it's tangled in my shirts which I tossed in the hamper last night. Maybe it'll turn up again somewhere.

Having a sad. Another lesson in detachment.