It’s Thursday morning, and I’m home sick. I might have COVID, or I might have strep. I’m going to go to the neighborhood urgent care in a few minutes. I hope I test positive for strep because then they’ll give me antibiotics. I really feel quite terrible.
Yesterday was a very busy day. I didn’t even have time to write. But a person I’ve worked with for four years told me that she’d always thought that I was in my mid-40s and was shocked to learn that I’m actually 60. And then a very distinguished speaker at a symposium that I was supporting was carrying the very same purse that I was carrying that day. I was winning on every front. As they say on the internet, you can’t tell me nothing.
OK, it’s 11 AM, and I’m still hanging around the house. Time to get a move on. My throat is absolutely killing me.
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Well, it was nothing, so why did I feel so terrible? Tests for COVID and strep and flu all came back negative, even though I had a fever and the doctor said that my throat was very inflamed. I was a little disappointed, honestly. I know that a Z-Pack would have cured me. Plus, it's always nice to have official validation.
It's Friday and I'm at work now. I don't normally blog when I'm at work but whatever virus I have seems to have infected my stupid computer. It won't sync my Google Drive files and my browser tabs keep closing on their own, and now it is taking a hot minute to restart. Just remember, little computer: an antibiotic won’t do a thing for a virus. Drink lots of fluids. Get some rest.
I rested yesterday, too. I worked for half an hour, and I did the bare housework minimum but I spent most of the day on the couch and in the backyard, just sitting and reading and sleeping and watching British murder mysteries on TV. I feel 50 percent better today, but my throat still hurts. I'm not at all convinced about the negative strep result. I should demand a recount. That strep test was rigged.
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The computer did finally restart and the rest seemed to have helped it because it stopped behaving badly and allowed me to finish my workday. It’s Saturday now. I’m on my way out to a nice little neighborhood anti-concentration camp rally. Do I want to be spending my early old age fighting fascism in the gosh darn streets? No, I do not, but I also didn’t spend a good part of my childhood reading about concentration camps and gulags for nothing. I’ve been pretty much preparing for this moment for my whole life. I trained for this.
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That was fun. Less than 90 minutes holding my little sign and waving to the people who honked and waving even harder at the three people who flipped us off. They’re so cute, with their little middle fingers. Then I ran errands and went home. That’s Saturday in the Year of Our Lord 2026 - post office, protest, Safeway, and back home.
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Well, that was something, wasn’t it? The entire line of succession shows up at the annual dinner of the White House Correspondents Association, an organization held in universal disdain by the Trump administration, and a shirtless gunman gets past security and fires shots before he’s taken down by the Secret Service but not before one of them takes a bullet from his own colleague. And then minutes later, dozens of MAGA personalities tweet in unison about the desperate need for a billion-dollar ballroom. And then they catch the guy and the Acting Attorney General announces that the suspect was “targeting administration officials” because of course he was, he said so right in the inscriptions on the bullet casings. And I’m guessing that it’s case closed, and we won’t hear another thing about this guy or his failed “assassination attempt.” Well at least we know that gilded ballrooms are the solution to gun violence. I’m sure they’re planning to build one in every school in America.
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After a few days of summer preview weather, the temperatures dropped and the sky clouded over, and we had a weekend of chilly gloom suitable for hibernation. I didn’t hibernate for the whole weekend, but I did take a few hours on Sunday afternoon to just hang around in comfortable clothes, just being a person at home. It was nice. It’s Monday morning now, bright and get-up-and-go sunny. And once again, I am blogging during my work day, because once again, my computer is taking a little downtime. It’s in the middle of a very long update that I started as soon as the pop-up appeared, rather than waiting until it forced me to. So while my computer finishes its little self-care routine, I’ll finish this little patchwork quilt of random observations and notes. The computer updates are 92 percent complete now. Time to get to work.
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