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Joshua got a great photo of me. This is my little corner of our living room with all my clutter and all my creativity. This is SO me.
Joshua got a great photo of me. This is my little corner of our living room with all my clutter and all my creativity. This is SO me.
I came to update my long-neglected website and discovered that my last post was about heat deaths and 117 degree heat. Funny. Because it's falling below 0 in Knoxville tonight. I have the woodstove cranked, and I'm losing ground. Hopefully the power doesn't go out because my solar array isn't working due to the snow load. Wild times.
NPR said Phoenix may reach 117 degrees. The graph for heat deaths so far this year looks like the other temperature-related graphs. That uncomfortable rise and then that sudden spike that lets you know we're in big trouble. I feel good about East Tennessee as a place to be to watch the world end.
I recently traveled to visit a friend and somehow failed to pack enough clothes. Halfway through my trip I found myself in sudden need of a new wardrobe. 20 years ago this would have been a crisis. The stores that carried clothes for fat women could be counted on one hand - half of them an hours drive away and the other…
I’ve never had that many fucks to give. And I’ve also always given way too many fucks. It’s a conundrum. It’s that I’m depressed, I’m anxious, I’m an asshole thing that’s kind of hard to explain unless you, too, are a ball of depression/anxiety/badassery, and then you get it. One way or another, I’m pretty sure I’m giving fewer fucks as I…