I have not written much here the past month. It has not been a healthy month for me, and it has been busy with writing.
Feeling better today, but that is not saying much. I got a few changes done to "Going for the Kid," but nothing new submitted. Trash collected and some organizing done, then out of energy. I can't sit for long, and the attention span keeps getting interrupted. Old age, I am falling apart, no longer able to sustain the pain.
I have found a writing group in Muncie. Once more, I am the oldest, but probably the one with the least time spent writing. It is good to be meeting new people, and it is good to be hanging with people who want to write as much as I do.
I woke today to find Trump has decided to drop bombs on Iran. He may have even killed The Supreme Leader.
Trump says Khamenei is dead, Iran says he is 'commanding the field' (Reuters)
Congress to vote on Trump’s war powers in aftermath of Iran strikes (CNN) - hard to get the horse back in the barn when the doors were left wide open.
How Trump's Iran gamble breaks from past regime overthrows (Axios)
What to watch: "It's
not clear whether this regime will fall, or whether this regime would
depart, would step down, because of these bombings," says Kieran. "And
the real question also is, what it would replace it?"
Three Massive Questions Concerning Trump’s War in Iran (The Bulwark)
Not that Trump has any plans for what we do after the bombs drop. He may find Iran is not so ready to drop dead. I wonder what will happen to gas prices. There are reports that Iran fired on the Gulf States.
Tehran strikes back at Gulf states after U.S.-Israel launch massive attack on Iran (CNBC)
Not is everyone in the neighborhood is all that happy with Trump and Israel: Türkiye calls on US, Israel, Iran to cease attacks 'immediately'
I thought the time I spent years ago in Yahoo Chatrooms was bad enough for my mental health. Then I started reading Why You’re More Likely to Develop AI-Psychosis than to Join a Cult (Nautilus), and I wondered, what are you people doing to yourselves? Worse, what kind of people are dreaming up this stuff?
I subscribed again to Netflix and have wasted time there.
Wednesday, I ran into a problem renting a car for a trip to Indy. No one mentioned I needed a copy of my lease. The kid asked if it
was on my phone. I said, I don't have internet on my phone. He asked if I
had any utility bills on my phone. I said, I don't have any email on my
phone. I get the bright idea that my landlord can email the lease to
their email (albeit I said your). He said that was personal information
that he could not give out. I asked if the business had an email. No.
Did they have a fax? (I was grasping at straws.) No. He asked if they
could not email it to me. I said, No internet on my phone. I said I
would be back in the morning. He said, as I was leaving, did I know
there was a $300 deposit? I had already said twice that I had rented
from them before. To say I was not in a good mood is an understatement.
I was close to just canceling the whole thing. I have a thing scheduled
about the Democrat Party platform, and I decided I needed to cool my
jets. Lent was off to a good start. It didn't help that the pain in my lower back was throbbing.
Call me a
Luddite, but I will certainly answer to curmudgeon. I think having to
tell him three times I had no internet on my phone is two times too
many.
Turned out, I had the date wrong on the calendar and missed the whole thing.
I slept in on Thursday. Good thing I did not go to Indy. There were still these little problems with the research project for MW.
Friday: lunch with CC, a trip to the bank, group session, a visit from the PO.
CC is losing her mind. It has gone from Swiss cheese riddled with holes to just shredded. I get accused of lying about things. When I ask what, she's muddled about dates and what happened. I think her imagination has twisted her memory. Of the several things I will still not tolerate, it is bringing back matters that were settled to rake me over the coals. Saying things are done when they are still being used against me, I think, is a form of decit.
I did hit Payless after group.
The PO announced he was being replaced. Great. Now, I need train another. The usual questions about health (mental and physical), relationships, masturbation (a threat to the Republic for which it stands), and whether the group was doing me any good. I was honest - it isn't doing a thing for me as therapy, but it is ordered by the court.
Today, I went early to the grocery for items forgotten and have mped around here. I found my tax documents, but that is all I had meant to do that actually was accomplished.
And I am 66 years old and a day.
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