There have been no earth-shattering events in my own small bubble of the world, not in a long while. I’ll take it.
Yes, I’m aware of the current regime. I’m aware of its dedication to destroying planet Earth and every life form here. I see their worshipers cheer in adoration. It’s not possible to fix stupid, short of letting the generation die out and hoping it doesn’t infect too many of the younger generation. I have to focus my energy on putting one proverbial (and sometimes literal) foot in front of the other.
Despite the tone of the last couple of paragraphs, I’m not depressed. Numb (at least emotionally and mentally). Exhausted. In need of a vacation. I have a three-day weekend next week and am mighty glad for it. My body and soul need the time off.
I had hoped for the time to sit home and decompress. The instant I told him I have a day off, though, G announced a trip, one where I take us on a drive into the Phoenix metro area – the opposite of restful.
Le sigh…
Oh well. At least whilst thataway, we’ll (hopefully) find some better garage sales. For the past nearly 20 years, we’ve upgraded via finding better at garage/yard sales, then selling the old. The one thing we realistically want and need to upgrade now is our sofa. We’re unlikely to find it a sofa at a garage sale. It’s not impossible – just highly unlikely. But we periodically find other upgrades we don’t anticipate. We shall see.
Happy Valentine’s Day.