Friday. The constant din of depressing stories over this last week is getting to me. The ratcheting up of the “conflict” with Iran, the reporting of such people as Seymour Hersh saying the administration is actively looking for any excuse it can find or manufacture to justify an attack; the ongoing politics and misery of the Middle East set against a background of global warming (the birds are dying, the coral is dying, the Central Valley is turning into a desert); the idiotic maneuverings of the financial markets combined with a lack of any interest by the feds in regulating the mess seems to have left a mark. Oh, and the fact that California is currently on fire could also be a factor. All of this seems to have gotten to me this morning and I need to settle out, relax. A movie, perhaps. A drink.
You don't need a drink.
Still, even with a ragged night's sleep, I think I'll scan those book covers, the mindless little task I've talked to death here all this last week, the first step of which is to radically re-arrange and clean my computer area? I didn't mention that now, did I? This need to tackle my computer mess before I can even start?
There are people out there struggling to keep home and family together and you're fretting over vacuuming a rug? Reality check?
Later. A crappy head throughout most of the day, but feeling better now that it's after six. A decent sea breeze this afternoon, so the temperature has been good. And yes, I cleaned up the computer area around the printers; yes, I hooked up the scanner; no, I haven't scanned any of the books yet, but let me tell you we're pretty damned close now that the dust and the cat fur are resting inside a vacuum cleaner bag.
All that and you haven't scanned a book?
With excitement like this whirling around the apartment I needed a nap. I took a nap. I can see most anything happening, however, now that I'm up and relatively lucid again.