Unstable Things

Last night, anxious about dresser auction. Place bids on orange ceramic bedside lamp, Depression-era mixing bowl, and small antique rug. (Have philosophical discussion with self about the difference between antique and old. Feel that there is something deeper going on than semantics) Am still in the lead for the auction. Read the Chronicle online. Eye drawn to article called,
Sealife in Peril Know that not in best interest to look at article. Read article immediately. Feel absolutely demoralized. Have grim (and yet frivolous) thought that would like to have a functioning dresser for the End. Lose auction by two dollars and fifty cents. Feel very low. But have hope that will win other auctions.