state of the union. #forreal

i’ve not had a full week where the kids were in school all five days since christmas. i love having them home, but its not even been snowing and its February. and while, that winter a couple years back, i did go ‘the shining’ crazy with the ‘too much snow’… i’m going to be sad if we don’t even have one big snow this year.  today is spring. its February.

work is weird. see above paragraph for its first sentence. i work at home, so when there’s a person home sick and i have to tend? mm. work stoppage. and my work is weird and inconsistent in the first place, so all the more do i need to be available when it appears. but hello MLK day. (i love him, and wish his words tattooed on our current leaders face.) and then a half day for teachers to be force-taught something by the administrators. then there was something else, sickness maybe? damn.

but i’m editing a hot hot hot dominant-submissive romance novel right now so it is a blessing and a privacy issue that the children need to be out of the house for me to do that particular work. (oye. whoosh. side eyes, man. happy, sweaty work. ) and they are gone, and the work is underway, and after the first reading where your body is on fire? after that you can go back and edit for verb tenses and the their/they’re/there problems that it seems the world still carries…

its better than being a toothpaste cap tightener.

(who can tell me THAT book reference? )

as for the world? the politics? i can’t even handle the snark anymore.  its just full-on disgust. for all of them. the world is literally crumbling and the dozen chickens are squabbling over the same three bits of food.

the president is a moron. yes, i do think that. and yes, i do think he is in collusion with the Russians.

yes, i think the Democrats and Republicans and the billionaires are responsible and happy about the current idiocy in politics.  it keeps everything just fine for them, doesn’t it?

all cozy cozy.

ugh. 0202191520

my boys play deathmatch indoor soccer, or at least, thats what i call it.  its like politics… pinball for the humanbeing, ceaseless running after a ball that races towards you.

unlike politics, this game is fun to watch.

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