Last week was a pretty sweet week of “doing stuff.” It contained multiple trips to the gym to lift heavy things for no reason and nearly 20 miles of hiking and creeping around the woods with my camera.
Then there’s this week.
On Monday, for the second or third time in as many weeks, I thought I felt the black dog starting to fight through the invisible protective barrier of SSRIs that surround my brain. For most of the early morning, I lay in bed thinking of all the ways I’ve failed as a son/husband/brother/father/human being, stared at the ceiling fan, made a note to clean the dust off of said ceiling fan, and then forced myself to the gym.
Upon arriving at the gym, I popped my earbuds in and soon realized that the right earbud wasn’t charged; it must have come off the charger since I last used them. For most people, a workout out with one earbud wouldn’t be a big deal, but since I only have about 50% hearing in my left ear, what music I can hear sounds pretty much like a downstairs apartment neighbor with a new stereo and a well-worn copy of Gravity X by Truckfighters. So I abandoned the earbuds, pulled up my First World Problem Undies, and somehow managed to work out while only listening to the faint club music wafting overhead, plates of weights cracking from surrounding machines, and the collective grunts, puffs, and breaths of myself and fellow body dysmorphic gym goers.
After a shower and making a crappy lunch to match the crappy breakfast I made earlier, I headed out to get my third COVID booster (1st non- ghetto J&J jab). That went fine, and I can now embrace the “here before you know it” 8 months of miserable Michigan weather, boredom, and forced upon me like the death penalty holiday travel that comes with it, smugly knowing that I’m vaccinated but will probably still get COVID again anyway.
With such an amazing day under my belt, I turned my attention to the rest of the week and, hopefully, some photo walks in the woods.
THREE DAYS LATER
Well, the rest of the week did improve, but strong thunderstorms prevented any hikes from happening thus far.
I did get to vote on Tuesday; I guess that was something. Of course, as a lefty living in mid-Michigan, that means there were about four candidates and one proposal for me to vote for. So I colored in my circles, voted YES on a tax increase for a county medical center for the elderly, and left. I figured helping to ensure the county’s MAGA hicks, NRA members, and racist farmers turned “insurrection patriots” have to pay out increased taxes (although infinitesimal) to the local government was the least I could do. Plus, they’ll thank me in the future when their old asses have a bedpan to shit in as they wait for white, blue-eyed/blonde-haired Jesus to call them home to all-English speaking all-white American heaven.
Since I seem to be bringing a STRONG negative vibe in this post, and I don’t dig it, I’ve decided to abort (I think I’m still permitted to do that to a blog post, but then again, I’m a white and have a dick, so, um, of course!).
Hopefully, I can get out today for a quick photo creep before a much-needed late afternoon appointment with the O.G. Mindbender. Gots to stop going into dark mode before it happens.
Later.