Today

I’m sick and damn tired of worrying about my health (will I ever walk again etc. and WHY am I not all better NOW), Coco’s health (calm down already. She’s just got hyperthyroidism—she’ll be fine with meds and that kitty krack Jen’s been mixing into her food) and the rest of the fam (who, all things considered, are just fine).

I’m exhausted by the news. Yes, a bunch of assholes were subpoenaed, yes they’re ignoring. Why? Their lord and master, TFG, ordered them to. Will they get away with it all and skirt lock-up? I sure as hell hope not. MAYBE justice will get off her ass and do some work but I’m not figuring on it.

Working out all the damn time (so’s I can walk again) has me—you guessed it—running on empty. I have PT this afternoon—can I please just go in and fucking ace it for once?

I’d like to leave the house—go to the grocery, Nantasket, La Paloma, Iceland fer fuck’s sake—but with COVID, I can’t risk it. Sick of this and all the idiot anti-masking anti-vaxxers.

In other news? Insane stories of Black people abused by cops and getting away with it. Sick of it!

Here’s my idea—we put everyone on the planet through some massive, goddamn empathy training. There WILL be a test at the end. You fail, you repeat again and again until you sincerely, honestly understand and can maintain decent behavior outside as well as inside class (for some this’ll be an endless loop). Faking it will NOT be tolerated.

Also, history classes—REAL history not that weasel shit history is written by the victors stuff.

OK, I’m done kvetching for the moment. Thank you for attending my TED rant.