Happy Sunday from the Hinterlands

There is not much news this morning that isn’t loaded with optics, fear, insanity, or chaos.

But here I am anyway!

There was this–

News Roundup from last night.

Keyboard Operator – 8/17/24 – Kamunism on display (26 mins):

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And this .

Sanity4Sweden – Political class all happy and excited (5 mins):

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Phil is back from Italy and is planning to go live tonight. Check here for time and confirmation.

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Ross K. Nichols – Where is the Book of Moses? (1 hr 10 mins):

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And that is really it.

In other news …

I searched all over Instagram and online news sources, but I haven’t been able to find a single photo or review of Nick Cave’s conversation in Brooklyn the other night. I’m guessing it was great…

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Today, I’m making a quick trip into town as soon as the weather clears. And then this afternoon, I should have the staged reading version of our play, “The Guide to being Fabulous,” ready to send back to Sandra so that she can take it with her to NYC when she starts rehearsals for the new play she is in at Playwrights Horizons, beginning September 3rd (!!!) (Everything is moving so quickly!!)

Other than that, gang, it has gotten to the point now where I am constantly in a state of PTSD. It is almost unbearable but I am somehow hanging in there.

I am still grieving over my dad’s dying In April, trying to process that. Then the tornado hit and destroyed half of our village. Then a homeless black cat who was on death’s door from the tornado, showed up on my porch starving to death and covered in sores and flies, and I have actually nursed him back to complete health (but he made cat #14 at the time). Then the fleas hit and completely took over my home. Then my beloved little cat, Lucy, died from the fleas. Then one of the foster cats almost died and almost lost an eye due to flea meds, but I nursed her back to complete health with colloidal silver and milk thistle and I saved her eye. Then I was being treated so disrespectfully at the train station by that new manager that I finally had no other choice but to quit…even though I was up to my eyeballs with cats and fleas and deadlines for the movie adaptation and the play and wasn’t really in the best frame of mind to look for work.

I am comfortable with the prospects for a new part-time job, though. I will post more about it when I know something concrete.

But other than that, I am stressed to the maximum around here and living in a constant state of mild terror. It has been the worst summer I’ve had in a really, really long time.

But, yesterday, there were these two things that cheered me considerably: