Good afternoon! It’s 93° in Bloomington Indiana, which feels like 103°, given the humidity.

This morning I woke up at 5:00 AM. Shadow and I walked from 5:30 to 6:30, greeting the post-Solstice sun as it rose. Then, I ate breakfast and planted nine coleus plants a neighbor had gifted us. Then, I watered everything. Then, I went with Marita to the World Market, where we bought two 20 pound bags of basmati rice, and three giant containers of tahini, to help increase our “food security” storage. Then . . . Then, I was exhausted, and it was only 11 AM! So, for the first time in my long life I lay down for a nap before lunch, and didn’t arise until 12:45 PM . . . which shocked me. What happened to my precious schedule, the pattern I’ve created to move through each day with relative ease and productivity?

I ate lunch, and then had to go out again, to the vet for two prescriptions for Shadow (one for his eyes, a gel twice a day; the other a monthly flea medication that works so far). Then, to our local co-op, to buy a few sale items.

So I made a big adjustment today in my schedule, and it “threw me off.” I’m still trying to “regroup.” But then, every day seems to require some new adjustment, some fiddling with trivia while Rome burns, during this climactic era when the whole world feels like Humpty Dumpty, tumbling down.

Here are a few new memes, touching on a few of many concerns that we are all feel/face, one way or another. Presented without comment.

 

And I didn’t even get to Covid, or Ukraine, or CRT, or roaring inflation, or pedophilia, or the fraudulent 2020 election, or Nancy’s third impeachment attempt, or the border tsunami . . . or, or, or. There’s no end to the intense stressors, but: let us remember!