Headache

 Every time I've received a Covid jab I've had headaches. Small. Spikey. And then gone. This last one was the same. Went to bed with a headache and woke up fine. 

Last year I had a concussion. I had concussion related headaches for months. I'd started to think I'd never get rid of them. When I had this last vaccine related headache, I realized that I hadn't had concussion headache for a while. I just didn't notice when they stopped. 

So, my concussion is gone. I guess. 

I think I'm fully vaxed but someone I read is getting them every six months. 

Really? 

It's sort of stunning how little we seem to be sure about after almost three years. 

   

Page

 Facebook has made some changes to the page I created for this page. There's no more connection between that page and Blogger. I'm sure I could figure it out but I'm tired of the changes social media makes without notification or input. The page was never as clean as I wanted it to be. Facebook was always adding crap. I'm going to leave it alone for a while and then (maybe) delete it. I'll just post directly to my page. 

Hard to care. 

I'm trying to write more but I'm still struggling. I can spit out a sixty second TikTok most days, but writing comes from an inner place that is broken. I'm trying to fix it. Or at least prop it up. 

And I'm going to keep trying. 

zzzzzzz

 It's unrealistic to believe I'm going to get to sleep on the Fourth of July. I live too close to where they set off the fireworks. Even when they're over there are more cars on the street and more people. Individual bangs and booms go off for hours. 

I stopped trying and watched TV. 

The whole day felt weird. And today didn't feel much better. 

I hate how the news gets focused on one thing and can't seem to see anything else. 

Oh, but wait. There are endless hearings to dissect.

I need some sleep.    

Fireworks

 I lived in an apartment in SF for a longer than I'd lived anywhere else in my life. On the Forth, the neighbors all met up on the roof. We could see the fireworks from both bridges and on a clear evening (not many of those in SF) we could see the fireworks across the Bay. Sometimes we drank beer or wine. Sometimes someone would bring a snack. It was nice. 

I remember the year I stopped enjoying it. It might have been the fourth after 9/11. The fireworks weren't just pretty abstract colors. They looked and felt like bombs. They weren't different. I was. I stopped going up to watch them. 

I've been alienated from my country since 1968. A bunch of people went to the Democratic convention in Chicago to make sure ending the war was on the platform. They got the shit kicked out of them by the Chicago police and a line was drawn.  

It's hard to feel good about the country. 

I like people getting together for hamburgers and hot dogs. I like small town parades. But I don't go to either. 

I do what I do.  

I read. 

Every Day

There was a ten year old girl sitting in a doctor's office. She was pregnant as a result of child abuse. Ohio's trigger laws had gone into effect. 

Ten year old girl. 

Child abuse. 

Indiana helped her.

Every. Damn. Day.