(morning writing)

[elainegrey]

There is a little bitty spider on the ceiling of the front room where Bruno spends most of his time. It's so small even i am not distressed by it. He is FUSSING at it.

Horrified by the continued attacks on Iran, the demands for surrender. (And the continued Russian attack on Ukraine, and Israel's expanded attacks on Lebanon. I'm sure there's plenty in Gaza to continue to be horrified about: it's just not on the front page right now. And the continued internal ICE aggression, the concentration aka detainment camps, the anti-trans legislation, the rolling back of any attempt to prevent increased global warming....) Sorry, just it's so right there.

I was up late last night, first experimenting with our new smart telescope, then reading. I awoke coughing at almost 5 am, and decided to get up since an accursed time change happens in the US tomorrow. It is a grey gloomy morning and my mind wanders agressively.

Comments

[lookfar2]

I hear you on the endless catalog of horrors. Which thing to cry about first, it's hard to choose.

[liveonearth]

It's right there for me too. Each time I do some small task around the house I ask myself, how much longer will this be possible? How long before it comes to my door? I have a new sense of urgency. The mourning has been going on for years now and only intensifies.