It’s irritating that everyone is celebrating the Republican governor victories.

It’s important to take the wins when you can. Sure.
Governers can make a huge difference in a state as demonstrated by Florida, Michigan, and New York. Yep.

Great — but that doesn’t change the supply change issues, lower gas prices, or fix the economy.

It’s a win, but it’s not enough and definitely not enough to affect the immediate change that America needs right now.

It’s also not a guarantee that the House of Rep 2022 elections won’t be rigged. If anything, what happened in Virginia and New Jersey is just a dry run on how to rig the bigger election.

I guess yay, but not yay.

I’m also feeling my age. I guess that would be right.
There’s been a weather shift and I’m aching. My shoulder. My back. My neck. Arthritis in my hip has flared up. It’s been a couple of years since that happened.

But, beyond the aches and pains, which are considerable at the moment, I’m left feeling vulnerable. That really makes me angry. Doubly so since the weather has gotten quite nice. It’s not in the 90s and doesn’t feel like it. It’s that precious time between being too hot and too cold and I’m not enjoying it.

Rather, everything seems to be covered in a red-ish black haze. If I could, I’d just plow through everything and stop it into submission. That’s something that I would dearly love to do to the hip arthritis. But, I know that would just make it worse and cause more pain.

So, here I am. Vulnerable – which urges me to feed the beast more and stamp it down – which isn’t possible.

And I don’t want to start on the insecurities from politics – especially the supply chain issue. The larger issue is, of course, the incompetence of the Biden administration.

I’m an insecure person.
To feel secure, I like to own things and save money. Inflation and the lack of products are belittling my security blanket.
It’s frustrating.

And, with this mindset, I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on my novel.
I decided to really give it a push. To finally try. And, after a few installments, I’m meh. I don’t know what to do with it or with myself.

I’m not sure what I expected if anything at all, but this isn’t it.
The Coursea class, which I thought would be a good idea, is kind of irritating. The feedback I get from others is the equivalent of the “good job” bull crap posts that students make. It’s just the no-thought and non-commital “”” feedback “”” that’s just completely useless, worthless, and lacks any type of critical thought.

It’s irritating because I chose it to be.

Are there no like-minded creative support communities in existence?
Do they just not give a damn or are too timid to actually express thought?

I’ve also had to reschedule a dentist appointment and a cancer check.
I would have preferred to have kept them. There’s stuff going on with the airlines. I get it. They have their own battle.
But, I would have been okay driving through the smokey mountains during the fall. Twist my arm on that. I think I’d be okay to just disappear for a couple of weeks between Florida and Indiana. Maybe swing by Virginia and a couple of choice places in Tennessee.

Yeah.
I’d be okay.

Anyway, I’m just fussing. I’m aching and kind of pissed off.
I’ll get over it… one day. On the other side of the rainbow.