Good morning. Hello. How are you? All well? I do hope so. Rough times over here. Jane is having her first real stomach sickness, puking all the time. Puked four or five times over the night time. Emma is exhausted. It’s about to be my shift, trying to get her to start getting some Pedialyte down, and letting Emma get some sleep. Just back from Walmart buying Pedialyte and Pedialyte Pops and Gatorade, and my trip to Walmart wasn’t even fun. That’s how serious of a situation we are having.
And I suppose I should be grateful, because circumstances are forcing me to remember that charity begins at home, and focus on you and your own and whatnot, because I was really in a pretty horrible spiral of depression about Gaza and microplastics simultaneously yesterday. Just not good at all. Absolute helplessness at either of these situations ever being “fixed,” and the absolute injustice the leaders of this world have foisted on us it really is something. I was spiraling so much I swear to god I started feeling like a conspiracy freak or something, it was not good at all. Though of course it wasn’t, because it never is, because these things are completely fucked up. But once you start thinking things like “okay let’s just start with the operating assumption that liberal democracy was a blip and the whole world is going to abandon it since it doesn’t seem to work anyway,” well, you’re not in a great place.
Jane is up. Going to go check on her. To be continued.
…and now I am upstairs, sitting in a if comfy chair, with Jane in my lap as she watches The Lego Movie for the umpteenth time. She got a shot glass of pink Pedialyte down, so that is good. Will try again in thirty minutes. Maybe we will eventually get to crackers.
Also Substack doesn’t respect two hits on the space bar to make a period so eff those Nazi lovers.
Also my feet are cold clearly I need a set of electric slippers on every floor.
So, you know, apologies for the short one. Pretty sure it’s a blessing in disguise. Spare you my angst.
Today’s Media is the Day is the new Phosphorescent single, “Revelator.” Real return to form. You know, not as great as the days when Aubrey and Brian were in the band or whatever, but still pretty great. And it’s weird cuz Monday I was driving home from Jane’s school and “Song for Zulu,” and I thought to myself “man when is there gonna be new Phosphorescent it’s been ages.” And then boom. There it was.
Synchronicity.
Back to form tomorrow!
Sorry to hear Jane is sick! Usually stomach bugs are short lived, thankfully. Hope that's the case for her.