It’s been a long three weeks, because I’ve been editing every day. The constant chaos in politics is wearing me down. I want to move, but I’m not sure how to proceed, because I own this place, and there’s no guarantee I can sell it right now, plus the pandemic continues unabated. In fact it’s getting worse.
It’s not often I can’t make decisions, but I’m hesitating right now because so much is going on in other parts of my life. My teeth need attention, but I keep putting it off because of all the public places one can go, a dental office strikes me as the most vulnerable as far as catching the virus. Someone has their hand in your mouth. You aren’t wearing a mask. You don’t know how good their cleaning habits are regarding the office and equipment they use on you and everyone else.
I was recently told I have cataracts in both eyes, which explains why everything has been blurry for several months. And it’s getting worse. My eyesight is important to me, so I’m contemplating having the surgery (a walk in the park, some have said, while others have issued warnings). They do one eye at a time, and there has to be at least two weeks between each surgery, plus there’s recovery time (one to three days) and healing time (four to six weeks). Trying to fit this into an erratic work schedule is stressing me out, and I’m gonna admit it scares me to think of someone sticking a laser in my eye. What if they fuck up? It’s not like they can undo it or give me a new eye.
And then there’s Nov. 3. I dread that day and the two+ months that follow if Trump loses, and it looks like he will. Sometimes it feels like someone laid that Chinese curse on our country and everyone in it. You know the one: May you live in interesting times.
I prefer boring.
See you next time.