I’m not even sure where to start or how to. When I “check out”, my brain simply does not work. I have no thoughts, no desires, no interests, just sort of zombie through the day and try to not bump into things. If I have nothing to do or nothing that requires my attention, like today, I’ll sleep. Won’t get out of bed for most anything and while I know it’s not a “good” thing, I really don’t care anymore. I don’t know if that’s depression or middle-aged angst, I don’t know.
Still reading Make Me No Grave and while I’m still enjoying, what I said yesterday still holds true. There’s a lot of plot, a lot of set-up that I think is just slowing down the story. It’s also fairly light – so far – on the whole “Weird West” bit beyond on of the protagonists’ healing ability. The male protagonist is little too straight and malleable for my tastes, I think, mainly because everything I’ve heard about actual cowboys, lawmen or not, were complete bastards. But I will finish it, because it is interesting and well-written.
Well, as you’ve probably heard, Maryland’s Rep. Elijah Cummings passed away at 68 sometime in the early morning. He was a fighter and scrapper, writing subpoenas in Trump’s impeachment on his death bed. Apparently he’d been in very poor health recently, missing House votes and using oxygen while actually on the floor, but it was still a bit of a shock. Sixty-eight isn’t as old as it used to be. Well, happy trails, Mr. Representative. You did your job well and showed that a politician can actually work to improve the lives of the people they represent rather than just line their own pockets.
What else. Well, the Turkey situation is still the pits and Trump’s do-boys keep spilling the beans or quitting. I do wonder if this whole impeachment business will actually come to anything fruitful. As I’ve said a number of times (and they continue to prove), the Trump cultists will ride or die with their boy and most “Never Trumpers” are still Republican enough to think Elizabeth Warren is a red-eyed socialist agitator. The best we can hope for from them is they stay home and pout.
So, I’ve been sitting on a little over 400 words for an hour and maybe it’s time to wrap this thing up. In a downer, negative mood – which is why I checked out all day – and I’m in one of those “is this worth the effort, why should I even bother” frames of mind. This is frustrating, don’t get me wrong. Being fairly convinced no one reads this and “something else” isn’t coming out of it, mainly because I can’t imagine what “something else” should be. Thing is, this blogging lark might have been useful 10 years ago, but if there’s anything I can take a bet on is I’ll take too long to either leave or jump in.