Sunny today, and cool. Our high was 56˚F.
I did work today, fiction and paleo', but I'm tired and don't feel like getting into the details.
I read some article online today about self-proclaimed "idlers," part of the so-called "Great Resignation." Idlers. When I was young, we called them bums, people who believe they should not have to work. I still call them bums, I don't care how much Marxist bullshit they spout. And yeah, odds are your boss doesn't "care" about you. You're feelings are not the problem of the man or woman who is likely, at best, overworked middle management. We work to survive and to keep the world running. Anything else you're lucky enough to score along the way, that's just gravy.
That said, I have resolved, looking at these people, that I am going to work a lot harder in 2022. I will not be slowed by my anxieties about COVID-19 or political and social upheaval or how we're going to move or money, not by a sense of futility or any belief that my efforts are underappreciated...not by anything. If I can think and can type and can read and can sit in this damn chair, will will work. If I do not work, nothing will happen. That much I know.
Fuck the idlers.
This afternoon's film, as you may have guessed from the subject line, was Denis Villeneuve's Blade Runner 2049 (2017).
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
2:08 p.m.