12,760 Days Alive
I can’t attend protests, but gods do I wish I could.
The world is going crazy right now. Riots and people standing defiant against those that would sweep injustice under the rug. Yellowstone is having earthquakes again; hurricane season is on its third named storm four days into hurricane season.
It’s bananas. I can’t believe it’s already June. But, I also can’t believe it’s only June.
The collective traumas of the year will be a full chapter in a textbook some day.
I pray I can do something to help others’ voices be heard. I strive to make the world a better place. But damn am I physically exhausted.
Mentally, I’m okay. Still worried about Spock and his digestive issues. He’s still having issues and no one seems to know why. The vet wants to put him on a prescription diet, but I absolutely cannot afford it.
Hell, I barely buy groceries for myself these days. It’s cheese sticks and sandwiches, for the most part.
Anyway. I need sleep. I’m going to appease the Duolingo Owl and go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.