Last week we had 3-4 straight days of snow, including a “firehose” Lake Michigan effect day. The lows got not like last winter, but down to 13 and it supposedly it felt colder. Now today, it is over 50 and I wore a wool sweater to the grocery. By the time I got home I was roasting. I realize this is a boring little bit of sharing, but I realized that being too warm is claustrophobic; I had to fight the urge to pull over and pull take my sweater off. Ah, that didn’t make things less boring.

I believe Krogers miscalculated the amount of premium tuna salad they would sell with Catholics giving up meat for Lent; there were about 10 containers of the stuff at half price. I bought two. That, with 35 calorie a slice bread, ain’t too bad.

I am writing about nothing, nothing. I know that; you do too.

I don’t have a busy schedule; I don’t go to many events; I don’t attend book signings or Let me Share my Experience talks. So, some might think me a pancake. But I believe I think about a lot of things, read a lot of things, research a lot of things and argue with myself about a lot of things. I like to think that I am defined by what is in me, not by the events around me – that I shape myself, rather than fads and phases and bandwagon movements shape me.

Well, I wish I’d used another expression than “shape me” because that reminded me of my plumpness. I don’t like to feed my awareness of plumpness. Oh, I should have warned about a bad, awful pun coming up. Sorry. I suppose plumpness does depend on what is in me, but what is in me comes from without. So this is a nonsense paragraph birthed by my disgust at my shape – that is, eating.

This is a show from 2017 about people with mental and physical disabilities. It was hard to watch because I felt so bad for those people who had no problems with cognitive matters but were paralyzed or contorted form Cerebral Palsy. And then I felt myself feeling scared about those people who had Down’s Syndrome because I started thinking about the difference between me and a genius. I must seem the R-word to them and it upsets me that I can’t understand some things. All these thoughts seemed wrong and I reached the point of a mini-panic of not wanting to think about this anymore.

So, no apologies, I have to find something else to think about, but I am having trouble shaking the unsettling feeling that the show elicited from me. I almost feel like running and running and running until brain hormones alter my mood. I feel I need the sense of running away from this.

Life is not always easy. It is supposed to be what you make of it, how you look at it, and all those things so worthy of post-it notes on your mirror. Yet, the ingredients are in your genes, in fate . . . and Heaven knows what.

Yes, I wasn’t here yesterday. I didn’t think it would be wise (or maybe I forgot). I had stated that we didn’t talk politics here and I’m not going to. BUT, yesterday, I was so pissed at the people who get on Facebook and talk politics in a low class, third-rate manner. I read through some comments on a post and as I scrolled, one person called another a “stupid bitch” and the other replied with a “Kiss my Ass.”

And that was only the start of it. Jeez. To sort of quote Bette Davis, This year is going to be a bumpy ride.