It was cloudy but now it’s sunny and it kind of looks like the clouds might make a comeback. Ambivalent weather.
It’s a very Monday Monday, not for any particular reason, but largely because it feels difficult to propel forward into another week already. There’s so much going on at all times, I can’t remember a time that was like this, this endless bombardment.
It’s probably the point.
I’m not super focused today, and I’ve been contemplating more coffee for at least an hour. Maybe it would help. maybe it wouldn’t. It’s anyone’s guess.
Anyhow, that’s it for me today, nothing terribly deep or even, if we’re being honest, terribly interesting, but some days are like that. Have as great a Monday as the universe allows.
Unless Biden somehow doesn’t win and we are still stuck with trump and the Republicans, then make it January 2025, if there is one. Because this is EXCRUCIATING.
As media looks around the current court packing by Republicans in the form of a Senate confirmation hearing for an unqualified justice to ask about future, hypothetical court-packing, I wish that we could all just scream, loudly, endlessly. What I guess I’m saying is I get the appeal of banshees now.
Being one, at least.
It’s gray out, and I don’t know if it’s a rainy gray, it could be, I’m not sure. Seems appropriate, though, given it all.
I’m angry and I’m frustrated, and mostly I’m disgusted with how blithe evil can be.
Anyway, that’s it for me today. Have a great Monday.
It’s bright and sunny and cold today, though nowhere near as cold as it will get. The trees have color and it’s Fall, even if it seems like Spring and Summer never really came at all this year.
Donald trump is in the hospital, supposedly with COVID-19 but the problem is it’s impossible to know what the truth is. At once he’s receiving treatments given to people with serious disease and well enough that they say he may be going home today.
And though he’s infectious, he piled in a sealed car with Secret Service, who have now been exposed because of him.
Maybe he’s very sick, maybe he’s not sick at all.
Aside from that, onward we continue in this slow-moving apocalypse, the dominos falling, falling, but as though through water. This world will be a different place after trump, in ways that cannot be remedied.
Anyway, that’s it for me. Have a great Monday, or whatever kind of Monday feel right to you right now.
Today is a day of not being around much, and it’s for the best, a break is always good. It’s a day where everything is gray, even the air, and different weather apps tell me it both is and is not raining.
Sure makes sense for where we are.
But that’s the thing about rain, it’s going to happen whether we like it or not. Or not going to happen whether we like it or not. Either way, it’s not up to us.
And that’s true of so much. There is a lot in life we cannot slow, we cannot prevent, we cannot will into being. So it goes for the chronically not-omnipotent.
All we can do, when the storm passes, is look around and survey the damage, and commit to fixing, to improving, to making whole as soon as we can.
Have a good Monday.
Oh Gus from Psych is probably thrilled. They found a gas that is often a signature of life, though it may not be in this case. Still, the possibilities are fun to contemplate, many many miles away from here.
Gray again after a sunny respite yesterday. Now the sky is gray and the clouds are gray, and it’s not unpleasant to look at but it doesn’t look like summer.
I had mediocre sleep but a good workout, and I’ve landed somewhere in the middle, my brain tired despite the coffee, my body awake, mostly. It definitely feels like a Monday in the apocalypse, our slow-motion collapse teetering another of this house of cards.
Although maybe being cheerful at times like these is more of a problem than not. This is not the 21st century we envisioned, at least outside of a disaster movie.
Anyway, that’s it for me this Monday. Have a great day.
It’s another sunny day in our nation of dystopia, Labor Day Monday, the end of the summer in feeling if not in calendar. A day set aside to remember the people who brought us a weekend, safety conditions, a minimum wage and a multitude of other workplace requirements we take for granted has never felt more apt.
It was a weekend of cooking and baking, first cinnamon rolls, then a cake, and then I made pizza for my parents, and they greatly enjoyed it. This time, it was done in a pan, the crust thicker and bready.
It was good.
Today would normally be marked by BBQs and parents scrambling through well-picked shelves for last-minute school supplies, but nothing is normal anymore. There were gradual changes and abrupt leaps, and here we are and I don’t like it and I want to go home.
I suspect we all do.
But who’s to say that can exist again. There is only one way to find out, to get rid of this regime come November, to elect Vice President Joe Biden and watch him try to untangle this knotty, knotty mess. Perhaps a Democratic Congress can pass laws to prevent it ever happening again.
Meanwhile, I will treat this day like a holiday, whatever that means here and now, and look forward to my leftover pizza. Have a great Monday, and spare a thought for the people who literally died to make employment safer and more fair.
As the so-called “right” LOVES to talk about “false flag” operations, I’m suspecting they planted one of their own in Portland. Does that make me sound unhinged?
At this point does it matter?
People told me for ages that I was “hysterical” over trump, that I was overreacting, that his open and obvious interactions and connections with Russia didn’t exist.
So basically, been there, done that, no t-shirt acquired.
Perhaps it is a brain that constructs stories that so quickly lays obvious plotting bare. Perhaps it’s the eye for the details that make things feel solid or makes them as flimsy as a trump attempt to shift the blame for things happening on his watch to someone who is not in office.
Probably more “politics” than you want, but when the very fabric of what is real can be dismissed with “political” you know you’re in trouble.
Anyway, I’m off into Monday. Have a good one.
It’s a kind of in between day, which fits with my in between mood. It feels like something is going to happen and it’s not going to be good.
Of course that ominous sense is pretty constant now, bad things happen minute to minute and second to second in this twisted timeline in which we find ourselves. It’s relentless and that’s probably the point.
Or maybe it’s just me today.
I probably shouldn’t have more coffee. The caffeine certainly wouldn’t help matters.
Meanwhile, I can’t tell if it’s haze or blue or clouds outside this morning, the sky is a wishy washy color with no clear purpose. Hmm, sounds familiar.
Anyway, I’m going to get a Monday going here. I hope you have a good one.
So. Yeah. Um. Monday.
Here we are on the kind of gray day that makes sense on a Monday. I had some cold symptoms this weekend, though I’m not sure where I could have picked one up, I hardly go anywhere and I wear a mask when I do.
Except sometimes in my dreams, but I’m pretty sure viruses don’t hang out there. Though who knows.
I think I’m feeling better today, at least I hope I am, because we’re living in a time when the slightest symptom seems dire. Woo. Hoo.
I’m not sure it’s going to rain, it looks like it but I haven’t checked the weather. It’s easy enough to do and yet…
Clearly it’s going to be a long week.
Anyway that’s about it for me on this Monday morning. Have a great one.
This morning I was set to write about how a Monday workout sets you up and tells the week who’s boss, and then I found myself wondering if it was too early to be sick of people. Highs and lows in under 30 minutes.
Were this a normal world, I’d blame my moods and myself, but this is not a normal world and I am definitely not to blame. We can all agree, it’s the people.
What a strange place this is.
It’s gray and hazy today, we had some rain overnight, melodramatic rain that launched itself against the windows, the thunder brief but loud. It may rain some more today, it’s not easy to tell, but it’s hot.
It should be, it’s August.
Along its track this year has slipped, with us hardly in it, trying to avoid a disease that never should have taken over the world. I am hoping for a better brain week, it did not cooperate before.
Speaking of, I hope you have a fabulous Monday.