Today my mind is blank, absolutely empty of inspiration or even vaguely interesting thoughts. I’m more tired than I should be, and I wonder if I have a migraine coming on, one of unclear origins.
Fun times ahead.
It’s sunny and birds are flying and leaves look like they’ll appear any second now, like we can practically watch them unfurl. It’s definitely Spring.
This is one of those times I wish I had a vacation planned and looming in the distance, to somewhere far, and different, and exciting. A place with new foods to try, beautiful natural spots to see, museums with things I’ve never seen before.
But no such vacation looms. No such vacation is likely, not for the foreseeable future.
So that’s a bummer.
Instead there is more of the same ahead, more trying to avoid a virus people seem determined to share, more preventable gun violence, more cops ending lives.
Well that was cheerful.
Anyway, that’s it for me, have a great Tuesday. If I didn’t bring you down with me.
Irritation is my attitude today. No specific reason, no specific motivation, just an underlying sense that everything, but everything, is stupid.
I’m a treat.
I did full cardio this morning instead of Daily Burn, and I felt great afterward, I may start mixing it up more often. But then I feel like I’m doing something wrong, messing with the routine.
Sometimes I have to take my own advice. No one is keeping score.
It’s sunny and cloudy today, not sure which is going to hold or which is is going to win, but there’s a definite feel of Spring lingering. All the way around to Spring again.
And what I find myself talking around is what is taking up most of my mental bandwidth right now, specifically the needless death of Daunte Wright, just 20 years old, at a “traffic stop.” I use the quotes because we all know that this incident culminating in the death of a young man who called his mom in his final moments before he was shot to death by a police officer was not a “traffic stop.”
It was a modern lynching.
And it has to end. Black people have a right to exist in this world, and white cops don’t have a right to execute them on a whim. Poor kid, may he rest in peace.
And may that cop go to prison for the rest of his life.
Now you’re here with me. Let’s figure out a way to change this because it cannot, cannot continue. Too many lives gone already.
Gray again, no doubt there will be rain today. Maybe in five minutes, from the looks of things.
It’s landed on Friday on that ever-rotating weekly wheel, and my mind is already somewhere else, somewhere dreamy. I’m not terribly focused.
I don’t even think coffee could do it today.
I’m waiting on groceries, and I don’t know how or when the ease of ordering them, waiting for them, and putting them away became a chore of its own. It’s a million times easier than doing the shopping, especially with the sites ready to suggest the things you usually order.
I have no idea.
Maybe it’s because it’s no longer novel, this far into the pandemic. Maybe I’ll start shopping again, remind myself what it was actually like.
Anyway, that’s enough rambling for the week. Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
The sun is shining today in a pale blue sky, clouds flattened and evenly spread over the horizon like soft gray paint. It should be warm today, it’s probably warm today, and I just checked the weather.
It is warm today.
Yesterday was filled with unexpected errands, back and forth and back and forth, and I can see the glimmers of real life returning. For some people, I think it never left, they plowed through like nothing was happening.
Driving past a grassy area in Lincoln Park, masks were the exception, not the rule, with everyone looking doggedly defiant and smug. As they passed one another, a knowing look.
They are too important for the pandemic.
Their lives are more important than other people’s lives.
If other people get sick because of them, it’s their problem.
All that in a glance, fully observable from the outside. We are important, they affirm to one another. We are special. We matter more than other people.
I saw one man in his mask, head down, striding forward, perhaps trying to keep his thoughts to himself as he passed them.
It’s perhaps one of the greatest lessons of this horrible time that has taken more than half a million lives in this country alone: people are pathologically selfish. And, perhaps, sadistic.
Anyway, that’s it for me on this Tuesday, it was kind of a long ramble. Have a great day.
I’m late today not because I forgot, or got lazy, which we both know have been late post reasons before. Nope, today I’m late for a different reason entirely.
I got my first COVID vaccination.
I’m not going to wax poetic about it, I know how it feels to want it and not have it available, or want it and not be eligible. But I have to tell you, it was like living out the exposition to a dystopian movie.
The site used to be a furniture store, and it was vast and empty, but for small folding tables well-distanced, and lots and lots of beige metal folding chairs. So many beige metal folding chairs. It’s largely staffed by the National Guard, so there they were, in uniform, along with the nurses who had their needles at the ready. After two confirmations of the appointment and the scheduling of the next.
Some questions, an arm preference and a nurse so talented I barely felt it, and I am halfway to fully vaccinated.
But for the scale of the operation and the sheer number of people who need to get vaccinated, it’s no big deal. The operation is incredible to watch, I’ve never seen our National Guard in action before, it was a sight to behold.
So here I am, partially protected and entirely nanobot free. Probably.
But if I have nanobots, they were here before the vaccination, we can all agree on that. And we can also agree Aunty Ida breached the world of fiction to put them there.
Anyway, that’s it for the week, I hope you have a lovely Friday and a great weekend.