It’s a puffy white cloud day, in sharp contrast to secret police pulling people off the streets in Portland, whisking them away in rented vans to a destination unknown. Feels more like an Atwood novel than reality, yet here we are, our own very real dystopia.
Not a fan.
My thinkiness is on the fritz, I have too many things to do and not enough time to do them, and I’m not sure of the order they should follow. One thing at a time.
One thing at a time.
I can’t help but wonder how we’ll make it to November and beyond, trapped as we are in a nightmare that only gets worse. Definitely not light thoughts for a Friday, but then again, there aren’t light events, either.
Anyway I’m going to get into that multitude of tasks, one at a time, and hope you have a good weekend. Stay safe.