It’s been kind of a lonely holiday.

It’s just me, chilling, all by myself.   Which isn’t bad.  My alone time allows me to self-repair and I got a lot of stuff to fix.  This is good.

Didn’t go to the gym today.    Rather, I walked 145% of my Samsung step count downtown.  I’m feeling pretty good about what I ate today, despite the lack of a stair stepper.

Even snuck into the kitchen and downed a partial container of whip cream.     Whip cream is kind of like my kryptonite – especially if I can mix chocolate syrup in it, which I did –.   Well, maybe my anti-kryptonite.     I can’t leave it alone for some reason.

The lid said it’ll remain fresh for two weeks in the fridge!
Well, with me, it remained fresh for two minutes.  Advertising didn’t lie in this case.

I had this flash fiction running around in my head a bit and was going to feel it out in the post, but it kind of vanished.   Well, it’s not gone.   Rather, it’s hiding under the covers.   Maybe I’ll give it a day to stew before trying to force it out into the light.    All I can say is that it has something to do with pink.  =)

This doesn’t necessarily feel like the Fourth.   No car shows.   No charity motorcycle rides.  I haven’t even seen a kid with a sparkler.     That’s kind of depressing.   Technically, fireworks shouldn’t begin for another three hours or so, but I don’t expect there to be any.

Literal fireworks.
There’s plenty of stuff blowing up in the news and politics.  But, that’s on par for this year.    So, the world is still turning.

Question:
A lot of people have been let out of jail because of Covid.   When a vaccination is created, does that mean that they’ll all return to prison to finish their sentences?
—   I’m thinking no.

Monopoly is real.

Told mom and Bill that Jason was making plans to come up here in a couple of weeks.  Their response was a resounding ‘yes,’ with an offer for him to stay as long as he likes.    It makes me happy that they’re so accepting of him and the situation in general.     They, especially mom, have been nothing but supportive.

I’m blessed to have a guy who isn’t rejected by the family.

Course, that brings up the exceedingly aging ‘when will you marry’ thing or ‘when will you move?’

I understand them.   We’re standing still.  But, that’s how it is right now.    If we were anyone else, I’m sure we would have split a long time ago.    That means we love each other, are very stubborn, or mega-stupid.    Maybe all of the above.  We’ll figure it out one day.    Right now, I’m enjoying my alone evening.

I had a thought that maybe, just maybe, three-time lines are colliding right now.     In one line, everything is normal.   In the next, BLM is the sole focus of society.   The final time line is about Covid.  Everything just kind of smashed together.   An elephant turd fell off Discworld and here we are.   Could that be possible?

Another thought —
I know there is a movement to change the names of government and commercial buildings.    Fort Lee.   Fort Brag.   Fort Hood.    Whatever.    Has anyone really looked into the history of these people?

They where Confederate soldiers, right?   They lost.   How great could they be to warrant something being named after them?

Are the named for the soldiers because they lost?
Is it a warning to the South resistance at the time?  Something to remind people that they lost.    Or maybe it’s the opposite.   It’s a reminder for the North of the foes that they defeated.

What, exactly, was the reasoning behind the naming?

The world may never know.

I hope I get some sleep tonight.     The past three or four nights have been rough.   —  Been seriously having trouble calming down and, once I do, I wake up because of—-   I’m really not too sure what.   But, a couple of times, it’s been because of chest pain.

That’s one area that I haven’t kept up on medically.     I’m supposed to get my heart checked every six months to a year because I started to eat it during my anorexia phrase.   I have a faulty valve.

It’s probably nothing, but my brand of thinking hasn’t exactly been 100% correct in the past.      If it happens again, I’ll call the doc and see a specialist somewhere.    Might as well.    Safe than sorry and all that.

Gonna sign off now.
Stay safe.