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2020-09-25 Tides Don’t Turn

They’re relentless rolling towards the shore where waves crash like an unforgiving Kublai Kan. Or the resulting opiate inspired vision in dream. Just a fragment. A sliver of the largest moon that ever pulled the tide up with such reliable gravity. Such a tragedy that the only words to linger after the last line are…

September 25, 2020
2020-09-24 Could it Really Be?…

The End of Days. Have we finally tipped-toed (or trampled) too far into territory we can’t escape from? Humans and their appetite for self destruction. Their inherent self-centered nature. Their insatiable need for more. We’re they destined for this end from the start of their days? I say “they” and “their” when what I really…

September 24, 2020
2020-09-23 Random Facts About Having 4 Cats (Among Other Things)

Having four cats means you have to scoop litter boxes everyday. This morning I started crying in my kitchen. I was loading the dishwasher when Alexa started telling me about memorial plans for Ruth B.G. as a part of my daily news briefing. I had not really grieved the loss yet. It just happened. I…

September 23, 2020
2020-09-22 The Benzo Trap

How do I feel about benzodiazepines? The title says it but doesn’t do justice for calling it out as the devils candy that it is. It’s evil. It’s a quick fix. An over prescribed band-aid which might have valid clinical use in a limited capacity for something, but not sleep. I’ll skip most of the…

September 22, 2020
2020-09-21 What’s the Truth Behind All the Drama

Last night I had a dream I could not shake. I mean.. I dreamt the dream and woke up multiple times and then fell back to sleep into the same scenario twice. I’ve got a big assignment due for school. Something that’s going to take months of work and I’ve shown up to the scene…

September 21, 2020
2020-09-16 Kittens of the Castle 🐱🏰

Starting late again today and short on time. I had Better sleep last night as Jim forced me to keep the cats out of the bedroom, for my own good. The two bigger cats, Doug and Kayla are both visibly upset by the newest member of our household.. Gus 🐱 Doug is clearly stress eating…

September 17, 2020
2020-09-15 Monday Colored Glasses

I could do without insomnia for a while. I could do without my mind spinning endlessly on things I can’t do anything about. I could use a day all by myself, no responsibilities, no work, no chores. What’s that called? A vacation? Perhaps soon. I could also do without rejection greeting me first thing in…

September 15, 2020
2020-09-14 Monday Blues

It’s Monday. That’s not news. I’ve got 3 weeks left at my stupid job. That’s not news either, but it does make me feel like.. like.. it’s about good goddamned time. Today I’ve been scheduled for back to back meetings for 4 hours. That’s not living. That’s having your life drained away. There’s so much…

September 14, 2020