I’ve been very stressed lately. In light of that, I’ve taken to frequent bathing, in spite of the environmental implications. I discovered some Shiseido bath tablets in my mother’s bathroom when I was visiting last weekend. They were unused and she explained that a Dutch harpist had brought them and some other matching products as a gesture of appreciation. I showed interest and she re-gifted gladly. To my surprise, the pleasant enough smelling tablets contained a lot of yellow3-6-9 or whatever they put in fruit roll ups these days. This chartreuse color is reminiscent of a ’69 Porsche that once belonged to Timothy Leary, in which my mother learned to drive on a trip across the alps sometime between ’69 and ’71, not sure.