Blessings Darlings!
Coronavirus continues, fundamentally unabated, while states open. People dying to protect the stock market.
Innocent Black men and women, slaughtered by the police - one one camera, the cop didn't care that he was being filmed doing murder - and the president up in arms that property is being damaged in the protests.
Property and profits before people. So fucking consistent. Go back to work like the depreciating asset you are, folks. Get sick? Die? You'll be replaced before your body is cold. The company will be legally protected from being sued for putting you at risk/killing you.
The county sent me the wrong mail-in ballot. I'm registered as an independent, and asked for a Democratic ballot, but they sent me a non-partisan one (independents get the ballot they ASK for, at least in theory. I'm going to have to vote at the courthouse instead of mailing it in. I was going to mail it in, like, NOW. At least I've gotten all my candidate research done, but it still sucks.
I have made it 3 weeks into exercising. Starting Sunday I can start 'significantly increasing' what I've been doing. I feel really fat and old lately. Once I start serious exercise, tho', my skin will turn totally adolescent and I will start to break out. Because that level of exercise does ... interesting ... things to hormone levels, no matter what age you are.
That's it for now.
Frondly, Fern
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