The Crocodiles and Angels of Life

The law of centrifugal force seems to be as true for the human condition as it is for the Newtonian mechanics. The faster our lives spin, the more things tend to fly apart.
~ Richard Paul Evans, Lost December

I have too much work on my plate, too many bills to pay, there’s too much juggling just to keep above water (mixed metaphor much, Donna) and too many damn passwords to keep track of.

“That's your solution? Have a cookie?' Astrid asked. 'No, my solution is to run down to the beach and hide out until this is all over,' Sam said. 'But a cookie never hurts.”
~ Michael Grant, Gone

TRUTH!

Late yesterday afternoon, Ten pulled me away from the computer and the monstro pile of “urgent” layout/design jobs. We went down to the seawall to sit and stare at the ripples and waves. He also brought me a cookie! It was a chill out and chill down break. Afterward, he made me a nice plate of sushi for din din accompanied by a lovely glass of Prosecco (with raspberries floating in it!).

Christ almighty, I love that man!

It’s too easy to get caught up in the HURRY UP AND HAPPEN NOW frantic moments. It’s too easy to let my, generally, carefully locked up, insane adrenaline junky off leash.

This is my molto unfortunate leaning and it’s amplified by the horror show swine (sorry swine) in the WH. I only mention it but the Bloated and Stinking Orange Ego who is trying to transform America into Hitler’s Germany (with him playing the part of Hitler, natch) NEEDS to be removed from office.

There’s a fuckton of evidence and examples. So, why haven’t we? Because the Republi/Facist party is complicit right up to the tippy top of their coned white robes. They are his “fixers,” his cover, his yes men and death threat issuing thugs.

The problem is not that the world is a mess, but that we expect it to be otherwise.
~ Matt Haig, Notes on a Nervous Planet 

Yes, I really do. I don’t expect the whole world to be kumbaya 24/7. Just as mosquitos, saltwater crocodiles and death adders exist in nature so do miscreantic, assholian, fuckwad humans. I’m guessing they all serve some purpose in life’s grand cycle but I’ll be goddamned if I can figure out what that is.

Have you heard of Amy McGrath. She’s a former Marine fighter pilot who’s running to repeal and replace Mitch-the radically corrupt turtle-McDonnell in Kentucky. If I can come up with a spare shekel or three, Imma donate to her campaign. OH, you betcha!

The world is too fucking big. Sometimes, I can't even carry myself through all the love and fear.
~ Sherman Alexie, You Don't Have to Say You Love Me : A Memoir

So, what am I gonna do today so’s I can get further down the road to Chill City? I’ll hit the gym (duh) early, take one design/layout project at a time, hit the seawall at high tide and, later, Jen, Oni, Ten, Hillel and I will send out for pizza (with triple extra broccoli and spinach!) and watch Galaxy Quest (Yes. Again)

Oh and I’ll try to avoid the news because, honestly, I don't need to know how 45's fucked the Constitution up the ass today.