Anyone else at the “Does anything really matter” portion of the apocalypse or is it just me?
Mostly I’d like to drown my horror in ice cream, but I’m not sure there’s enough in the universe, and also I don’t think I want ice-cream-based arteries, though the jury’s still out on that.
People react in the most bewildering of ways to the impending doom, including clinging to solutions that are not solutions but exacerbations of problems. As though that one thing will see us clear.
But it will not.
If we get out from under this situation, we will be digging for decades and we may not ever get to the bottom of the rubble. Cheerful, no?
I am a long way from lighthearted and irreverent.
So here we go into a Tuesday that will feel like it stretches on into next Tuesday as the days seem to lately, but I wish you the very best in it.
Well, I’m back and I can’t say I’m feeling any better about what’s going on, but here we are. I’m still at a low boil, though.
So I decided to try to find a good inspirational quote. Have you ever tried to find a good inspirational quote?
It’s harder than it looks.
I tried random quote generators, but most links were how to build random quote generators, and really, that’s not what I had in mind for my day. Or week.
I have no idea how long that would take me.
Instead I decided to focus on just one word: Breathe.
I am going to try to breathe this week, to not carry the tension of our dissolving world on my literal shoulders, hunching, tensing. My physical discomfort will change nothing.
Have as good a Monday as is humanly possible.
See you next week.
If you are missing your little dose of me, you can get a big dose of me in any of my books.
For a ten word photo prompt.
I’m not in the mood for much. State by state, women are losing our status as anything other than containers for fetuses.
Furious to the point of no words for that fury. Outraged at the prominent, casual men who don’t really seem to care one way or another.
So that’s where I am.
Probably no #AccountaClub/#MAYkingItWork tomorrow either. I don’t have a lot of fun in me at the moment.
As I contemplate our descent into Gilead. Several states have deemed women subhuman, and our energy belongs there.
So today is not Wednesday and yesterday was not Tuesday, not even last night. I was waiting for “Fosse/Verdon” to come on, and it took me the longest time to remember that it was still Monday.
Though not today.
Today is legitimately Tuesday.
Honestly I think someone is messing with time, the days feel like they’re lasting a week or more lately. It would explain so much, if someone had a time machine.
And not a good someone either. No Doctor here.
It’s another sunny day and as we push on through the week, I can’t help but believe that Spring means it this time. I’ve thought that before, but now, I think it’s going to stick.
Have a great TUESDAY. Today is Tuesday, in case anyone besides me needs reminding.
Sunshine just in time for Monday. Yesterday was bleak and chilly, and it started raining later in the afternoon. Still, I got outside at the Morton Arboretum, where the trees were in beautiful bloom.
At least it wasn’t crowded.
I’ve only got one foot in Monday, the other is somewhere else, somewhere dreamy.
I need that one.
Two feet are good. Or so I hear.
We’re nearly halfway through May already, and I feel like the year just started. But the weather is turning, in theory, and the grass is green now, in practice, and the seasons march on no matter how we feel about them.
I think this is going to be a timer week. I have so many things to get into, it always helps me to focus, because I know, for that stretch of time I work on what I’m working on and only that.
I’ll let you know how it’s going on Friday.
Have a productive Monday!