Thursday, February 25th, 2016

Hello, Thursday

Thursday, February 25th, 2016 11:23 am
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On the one hand, it's the start of one of my infamous regularly-scheduled, multi-day migraines, which tends to make me melancholy, angry, or both. I woke up too early this morning and quickly reached for the pain meds, wishing I had something stronger to help me deal with the start of the day.

On the other hand, as the sun was rising in the east, I walked to a window on the west and saw a high, shining rainbow.

The clouds closed back in after a few minutes, and hours later we've got overcast and breezy conditions. As long as the sun stays hidden away, it might be a good day for a migraine. It's certainly a good sky if you like to appreciate the wide variety of shades of grey.

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Lately, the line "In some cases, despite careful and correct surgery, you discover that you still breathe flames" keeps popping into my head. Fire is useful, though. If you can figure out how to control your fire-breathing, you can do good things, maybe even great things. But you've got to know how to distinguish appropriate from inappropriate fuels. Bodies, for instance. It is unwise to burn bodies before you're certain that they're dead. You shouldn't burn bridges before you've crossed either, but everyone knows that by now if they've been paying any attention at all. Too many people still see living bodies as expendable.

I kinda wish I could breathe literal fire right now. Our clothes dryer's been misbehaving, you see, and I despise reaching into a dryer to find that my clothes are still damp and cold. It's February in Maryland, and damp and cold conditions are for outside, not in my limited wardrobe.

Anyway, at some point I'm hoping to write something, but I wouldn't bet on that happening today. I also wouldn't bet on it not happening. It's just a questionable kind of day.
hummingwolf: Part of a julia fractal in colors of fire and smoke. (Fire-flavored fractal)
"If you ever doubt that C. S. Lewis was gifted with a prophetic voice, you need look no further for correction than Prince Caspian." Thus begins an opinion piece (which I got from the Inklings mailing list) which includes the question "Did C. S. Lewis foresee the rise of Donald Trump?"

I'm sharing this link mostly because I ended up getting sucked into multiple political conversations while I was out today; and, while I am delighted to know that my neighbors and friends all over the political spectrum--from Tea Partiers to mixed baggers and moderates to raving hippies--are nearly all in agreement that Trump should never ever be elected dogcatcher, much less POTUS, that still meant that I had to think about the clown for an extended period of time, which didn't help my headache. So now I'm sharing the pain.

Now I want more tea (no party).

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