Rise is all you're getting today. I am not going to shine.

Another Day, Another Headache

There is a possibility that this journal will reflect my life all too well and end up being of little interest to anyone. There is already too much whining and complaining and I am adding more.

I went to bed early last night. I was tired and thought it might have had something to do with getting five hours sleep the previous night. Then five hours later I woke up and could not go back to sleep. After laying in bed for over an hour, I got up. The day's headache is worse than the one yesterday. I am now sitting in the office, before dawn, waiting for the medications to kick in. </whine>

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I am preparing to check out one of my older computers, the one I called the Dell from Hell until I installed a higher watt power supply and almost all of the weird glitches and fails became part of the past.

It did not boot up last time I tried. There is something on the hard disk I need, and I have a hard disk purchased for this system awhile back that I never installed or deployed. Before I try, I will center myself (and take the generic Xanax) to remain calm.

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I will now go bring in the newspaper and lie down and read some of Polterheist by Laura Resnick.

See you, Space Cowboy.

Journal

I went to sleep at 4 AM. I woke at a little after 9 AM and was unable to go back to sleep. The morning sun is bright and reflected off ripples on the lake. The sky is clear. I have the shutters set in the office to keep direct sunlight from coming in but the reflected light is luminous.

Another day brings another headache. It is mild but I know it is there. I have the tight feeling in the skin on my forehead that sometimes accompanies the dull discomfort.

I am listening to Janis Ian "Welcome Home (the Nebulas Song)" (available free here). This song is the tune of "At Seventeen" with lyrics about her love of fantasy and science fiction. She did a filk of her own song. It always serves to cheer me up.

This is me now, cheered up. 

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This is part of my program to write something -- anything -- every day. A journal of sorts. Somethings I write will appear here and some will not.


I hear the TARDIS. The Doctor is in. Got to go.

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Corporations are not people. Soylent Green is people.

Day after Election Day

Find the common ground.

Yes, I believe the United States as envisioned by the foundling founding fathers as a nation where people are free (and they did not include corporations in that, since they didn't really know that much about them) is in serious trouble.

Abraham Lincoln, slightly edited for today:

"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal

Now we are engaged in a great civil war uncivil and polarized debate, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure."

 So. My thoughts are turning to how to stay involved in the political process now that the election is over and how to find the common ground. Lincoln said that "...It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us...".

I hope that now, as then,

"...this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."