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Writer: S. H. PrattS. H. Pratt

Today is My Way Day, Ramdom Act of Kindness Day, and World Human Spirit Day. As a US citizen, it once was President's Day, but since we no longer have a president, but a dictator with his puppetmaster/handler, that sort of observance is one I'll give to former presidents but never the one who is numbered 45/47. Never.

If you find this blog, and by some miracle, read it yet do not agree with my sentiment, that is entirely your choice - at the time I'm writing it, we, here in the US, still have freedom of speech and the ability to hold our own opinions. How long those rights remain is anyone's guess. You don't have to agree with me, you don't have to read my books, or even like me, I will not hold that against you. But if you feel I'm wrong in my opinion that 45/47 dictator and his handler, the unelected immigrant from South Africa, are not presidential - especially not mine and not welcome - and you choose to push your opinions on me in my space, I will request that you do not follow me, read my books, or anything else to do with me. You may have your opinion but keep them to yourself in my space... and don't ask me for sympathy when your vote for the dictator bites you in the ass with some cut he's pushing that affects you. IF we are allowed a vote in 2 years or 4 years, I sincerely hope you've figured out that there is someone in this country aside from you.

Now that I've vented my disgust for the 45/47 facist regime, I hope you all have a glorious remainder of My Way Day - do something your way. To all my friends out there in the world, your spirit inspires me and I hope you'll remember that not all US citizens wish to isolate the US from you nor do we think like/agree with the 45/47 regime. Please don't hate us all for the stupid of the few.

 
 
 
Writer: S. H. PrattS. H. Pratt

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of weeks that feel like they last a year. I understand that we're in the midst of an extinction burst and that the moon was full this week but sweet baby jeebus, can we just catch a breath here? Between schoolwork, housework, work-work, and all the things, I'm just done. Poke a fork in me. *eye twitch* I do things in weird little energy bursts where I get all the things done and then just stare blankly at the wall for a bit. It's not even like a bipolar incident because this is an up/down phenomenon that happens several times during a day.

On a totally side note, I think I've finally found an author whose work I can actually comp my books to. This is a new and amazing thing courtesy of my marketing class. Kinda can't wait to do a deeper dive. :D

I have taken this weekend off of work, so I'm feeling a bit less frazzled but really my brain is a frog on speed with the attention span of a rock. I'm going to try to focus but don't really want to. LOL I will be finishing the making of some cinnamon rolls though. Super sorry this #weeklyupdate is all over the florpping place. I hope you all have a lovely remainder of your weekend.

 
 
 
Writer: S. H. PrattS. H. Pratt

Well, welcome to this #weeklyupdate brought to you by yes-it-was-necessary dot sometimesyougotta LOL

I'm even late getting this up due to the crazy of this week catching up to me. Monday started with a snow day for my youngest and myself. We both enjoyed not having to drive hither, thither, and yon for his classes. It made no difference to my school schedule as I'm entirely online this quarter but not having to drop everything to get him to class was a nice change. The rest of the week was unsettled weather-wise and we were into Thursday before the chance of another snow day ended.

Thursday, my youngest and his girlfriend drove up to Seattle to see the Broadway production of Hamilton. There's a bit of pride in his being such a music afficionado. ♥ Today, they drove back to Seattle for a collegiate production of Anastasia. I've had to limit my online presence even more as I found myself doom scrolling and dropping into an absolute foul place. I think if I was still having regular visits from the monthly menace I'd be in that moody-give-me-chocolate-or-die place just before it hits. Then, the joys of work - I spent 24 hours between Friday afternoon and Saturday afternoon where I was at work more than I was at home. Sleeping has been dodgy at best and I'm still super stressed about my neurotypical opposite of me creativity sucking English professor and her insistence on adding upwards of half a dozen new assignments a week after I've already figured out my plan for homework scheduling. Pretty much everything in her class feels like I need to mask to survive and I really can't wait for this one to be over.

So, needless to say after working 16 hours in the 24 hour period and having two nights of crappy sleep before, Saturday afternoon after I got home, I crashed the hell out for 4 hours with my feet in my compression boots and my feet elevated. It was absolutely necessary before food or anything else. It was necessary. And I didn't even look at homework after - just did the same old laundry and then jabbered with my middle man for the better part of 2 hours about music. I did eventually get some food then bake some cupcakes, so there's that too. LOL

I hope you all had a great week and have an amazing weekend - what's left of it.

 
 
 

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