Mundane updates
I'm pretty sure that with a combination of sales, coupons, and rebates, I just made it so that Rite-Aid is going to pay me $22 for accepting a bag of stuff I needed. I rule.
I only got bitten by Felix once yesterday, on the scalp. (See here if that statement confuses you.) This is admittedly the first time he's gotten the scalp badly enough to produce a scab, but things are still obviously improving. After he chased me about 6 feet on Monday, I increased his dose of Prozac to 20 mg, as the doctor said I could if I needed to. I imagine that will take a little time to show improvement, but there was the relative calm of yesterday, and today he has not even tried to bite me so far. Win!
Tomorrow I think we're going to go to a rally in protest of the foul invasion of Palestine by a terrorist state blind to the sick irony of its own actions. Then on Sunday, we'll play D&D and our little corner of the world will be good, and that's a sad juxtaposition, but there it is. I don't even know if it counts as hypocrisy, since what the hell else are we going to do?
I have been completely depression free for, I think, about two weeks now. A small part of me waits, cringing for it to come back, as it inevitably will, but for the most part, I'm enjoying the hell out of it. It's a nice little vacation from the hard work of being batshit mad.
Speaking of depression, I heard an economist on NPR last night opine that we are already in a Depression. It seems so wild, to think that some of the things people did in the Thirties to cope with the Depression might actually become relevant again now. Hmm, actually, probably a lot of it already is for people who are working to be prepared for what might come.
Do you think we should somehow try to prepare for a Depression?
I only got bitten by Felix once yesterday, on the scalp. (See here if that statement confuses you.) This is admittedly the first time he's gotten the scalp badly enough to produce a scab, but things are still obviously improving. After he chased me about 6 feet on Monday, I increased his dose of Prozac to 20 mg, as the doctor said I could if I needed to. I imagine that will take a little time to show improvement, but there was the relative calm of yesterday, and today he has not even tried to bite me so far. Win!
Tomorrow I think we're going to go to a rally in protest of the foul invasion of Palestine by a terrorist state blind to the sick irony of its own actions. Then on Sunday, we'll play D&D and our little corner of the world will be good, and that's a sad juxtaposition, but there it is. I don't even know if it counts as hypocrisy, since what the hell else are we going to do?
I have been completely depression free for, I think, about two weeks now. A small part of me waits, cringing for it to come back, as it inevitably will, but for the most part, I'm enjoying the hell out of it. It's a nice little vacation from the hard work of being batshit mad.
Speaking of depression, I heard an economist on NPR last night opine that we are already in a Depression. It seems so wild, to think that some of the things people did in the Thirties to cope with the Depression might actually become relevant again now. Hmm, actually, probably a lot of it already is for people who are working to be prepared for what might come.
Do you think we should somehow try to prepare for a Depression?