Organizing Tuesday

 I need to get my act sort of together today.  It's been a wild few weeks into the new year.  After my I don't know what the hell the date is incident, I ordered myself a cat desk calendar.  I guess I need a lot more visual reminders to check me.  Yes, I know, I have to remind myself to change the date too on those calendars.  I need help.  Good gawd.

It's my hope to make a little bit of progress today.  We'll see how that goes.  I don't have any days off this week.  I know poor me.  Next week I do.  I have over 200 hours of paid time off that once it gets to a max, I start losing.  I'm not losing that.  Even if I am sitting at home watching Selling Sunset.

I heard that Jim Acosta is leaving CNN.  I hope MSNBC picks him up or he finds an outlet I can watch.  I don't mind him.  I'm glad he won't be dealing with the liars that he has to correct.  If he does, he can tell him to shut up wherever he goes.  Good for him.  Not sure if my mom wants to watch the news again today.  I may have to remind her I'm sending her to her room if she starts crying.  I had CNN Max on for a few minutes and he was making fun of Joe Biden.  I had to turn it off.  I had enough at that moment.

It's like we're all getting reminded of the cruel people we've dealt with in our life and how you know, they're happy.  They're happy that their cruelty won over kindness.  

It was interesting to hear Rachel talk about Kash Patel's history of lying and just being an awful person.  I don't know if he will get confirmed.  Nothing surprises me anymore.  Especially Lauren Boebert trying to out someone in the bathroom.  What a weirdo.

It's like every schoolyard bully we ever encountered is now in charge or delighted that their hatred is now acceptable.  It's ok to be that way.

It's not ok.  It's not acceptable.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  Being kind and decent is a strength so we'll get through this time. 

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