Last Gleaming

Happy birthday, America.

I have to say, the mood is less than celebratory this year. We have upwards of 50,000 new cases of COVID-19 every day, and we’ve lost more than 130,000 mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers, and children. There is no end in sight, since the President’s ego and cowardice are running the show. With his usual stunning gift for irony, he’s also trying one more time to dismantle Obama’s healthcare plan; apparently mid-pandemic, when millions of people are out of work through no fault of their own, appears to be the perfect time to reattach healthcare to employment. We are engaged in an epic civil rights battle. We’re staring at yet more evidence that our Pres is a tool for Putin.

I’m a gentle person, but I’ve never ached to punch someone in the face more than I do right now.

On a personal note, the book and series I had so much hope for is a no-go. I just don’t have the chops for it, so chalk up another between-the-mattresses waste of paper—though, on the plus side, it did keep me busy for a while. And it’s still a thing of beauty in my head, if not on the page.

I’m trying to keep moving. I’m starting on a very simple present-day romance novella, because what-the-fuck-ever, right? Easiest covers in the world to DIY, and pen names, much like writers, are a dime a dozen.

Sidebar: I considered posting a picture of Melania’s “I REALLY DON’T CARE DO U?” coat right here, from back in the good old days when we were only beginning to put children in cages, but decided that even I am not that far gone just yet.

I realize this all sounds very whiny but honestly, guys, I’m depressed as fuck. I’m trying to pull it together, and it’s not like there’s nothing to look forward to. My job isn’t lost after all. I’d been stuck between roles when COVID hit, having just finished school to become a nutritional therapist at the PT clinic where I used to work the front desk. For a time it wasn’t clear whether the clinics would even survive the pandemic, as they had just undergone a major restructuring at the end of 2019. But now we’re back on track. I’ve got some fancy new business cards and the marketing team is drumming up clients, so I’ll finally be able to start my practice and hopefully get some people feeling better. Like I said, I’m trying to keep moving.

What are you doing today?