I’m on social media way too much and lately I’ve been seeing a lot of posts about “we’re GenX, we were the first ones to do……………” and it cracks me up, but also annoys me a touch.

Darlins, you may have been the LAST to be gone all day without your parents knowing where you were, but you sure as hell weren’t the first. You might have been the last of the latch-key kids, although you weren’t the first of those either, there were a few in my class who had moms who worked. Also, the Boomers did not get together and hatch a plan to make the lives of all those who follow totally miserable. Had there been such a meeting, I would have brought cake.

The campaign for school board is progressing. Yesterday we worked on my website, and holy crap is that fun. The next job is figuring out how to hook up a domain thingie whatever that is to the website. We have a lovely young man who’s helping, thank goodness! When the website is ready, I will share the address. Also, next, is buying business cards to hand out. None of this was part of what I planned when I chose to run, but it’s become necessary, and I’m so grateful for my politically savvy friend! He’s having a wonderful time teasing me about winning the primary as a Democrat, by the way!

The weather has been summer weather. In other words, it’s hot. Well, duh, it’s June, and therefore it’s hot. Yes, it’s humid. Also Summer. It’s infinitely better than shoveling snow. Also, people are bitching.

I made a political comment on Threads the other day – there was yet another “how can we end this nightmare????????????” post because, you know, we’ve lost all our rights and we’re all gonna die because Trump cursed. (I don’t agree with dropping f bombs in public but I get why he did it, we all have a point where we just say fuck this shit) I was called everything but a white woman. Or is that “whyte?” Or “White?” It’s all too silly, really.

I’ve been having some relatively pain free days lately – relatively, because what I consider “pain free” would probably have a normal person curled up in a ball crying. Today my body decided that I was that normal person. I got about 4 hours of sleep before it was time to get up and take Maverick to daycare. That takes about 15 minutes, I hit the sofa when I got home and slept till about 10, went back to bed and got up at 5. Yes, 5 pm. Chronic pain is way more exhausting than people reaiize. I’m not angling for sympathy here – just stating facts. I told my pt that I had a low pain threshold and she laughed and told me that I was just so accustomed to being in pain that I didn’t notice it most of the time.

So, after some food and the application of heat, I’m functional. I’m also ready to go back to bed.