This has been, unintentionally, a day spent in bed. Not out of illness, but because my desk is too uncomfortable to sit in for long stretches cross-legged which is my wont when I’m doing anything computery, and today, the sky decided these coordinates are where all snow must fall. Eleven inches of it right on this little part of the world, while other places, namely places like where my work is, had less than half that. So you begin to feel when you call out, that you’re both justified and quite insane.
It’s too late now. I have plans in the morning to take the bus. This means doing the little walk too and from work to accomplish it, but this, this is something I need to do anyway. Accidental, magical exercise. I’m embracing it.
Meanwhile, my mother apparently nearly choked on her water today. That was big news. I watched and felt moved and encouraged by Kamala Harris’ Town Hall. I feel good that at this stage of the game, there’s someone who I actually want to pay some attention to and hear what they have to say. It is going to be a painfully long two years or so.
What else? It was work, and then a brief conversation, and then work, and the YouTube videos and salsa chicken and a queasy stomach and me doing my damndest just to get myself together enough where I could get in the position to go to bed without the whole world falling on my head in the morning.