The bed was crowded this morning. Queen Bit, licking at my hair, woke me five minutes before the alarm. Solaris was on my head. Gabby was in my lap. Frankie, the smashed-face wheezer kitty, was on my feet. Both dogs were at my side, snuggled in close. Kat had Fat Guy and Kronk snuggling with her. Hunger was the only motivator for anyone to move. Once I’m up, the cats know food is coming next.
Once the cats are fed, it’s time to take the dogs out. Hamilton prances impatiently as I get dressed. He doesn’t understand that with a windchill of 0, I need a fleece below the twenty-pound overcoat. Putting on the coat is a little painful this morning. Once we’re outside, though, I’m glad I have it. The wind blows from the Northwest, pushing the fur from the collar onto my face. The ground crunches beneath each step. Hamilton loves the cold and does a couple of quick laps around the yard. Belvedere does what he came to do and then returns to my side, anxious to go back indoors. A gust of wind tries to take the hat off my head.
With the dogs fed and coffee in hand, I sit down and wake up the computer. A number of AP alerts pop up from overnight. Biden pardons 1,500. Time selects a demon as its Person of the Year. North Carolina seals a five-year deal with Bill Belichick. Hannah Kobayashi is found safe. The importance of any story depends on what one has at stake. Are you harmed? Are you threatened? Do you benefit?
A shooter arrested for killing a CEO fights extradition. Is he a hero? Do insurance workers have a reason to be afraid? Opinions try to keep some balance on the highwire of morality. The demonization of insurance companies comes easily. Yet, it is legislatures that deal the most damage. Indiana state code could threaten health coverage for 754,000 Hoosiers. Yes, we are included in that number. The US House passed a defense bill that denies coverage for transgender minors. We have friends who are affected.
Meanwhile, CEOs are tripping. Literally. They’re high as fuck.
If killing one CEO strikes fear into the insurance industry, what might it take to deliver the same level of fear to Congress? We complain about insurance companies, and rightfully so, but the solution of Universal Healthcare has to come from the idiots you elected to Congress and the bunch being seated in January isn’t likely to be cooperative on the subject without some motivation. Is targeted violence an answer? Nothing else has worked. We need to look carefully at the options.
Putting this update together is being complicated and painful. I’m sure I’ve seen a story this morning about rising cancer costs, but I can’t find it. That happens a lot. My head still hurts, focus and memory are shakey at best. I sit here struggling with what to write.
Do I care that more teens are looking at porn? Only to the extent that what they’re watching tends to be more violent. When parents fail to provide honest answers and never have reasonable conversations about sex, then yeah, kids are going to look to porn for that information. Teens have questions but they’re finding adults don’t have answers. Want a better outcome? Provide a better resource.
Totally unrelated to anything, the National Labor Relations Board has ruled that reality TV contestants are technically employees. Yeah, that’s going to affect what we see next year.
If you came here from Facebook, you may want to be aware that Meta, FB’s parent company, donated $1 million to the Felon’s inauguration. Google+, where are you when we need you?
Another alert pops up, this time from the bank. They’re insisting that I need to put $186 in my account to bring the balance to $0. The only thing I can do about that is this: Venmo: @C_I_Letbetter. CashApp: $ciletbetter. Other than that, I’m just screwed until the first of the year.
The animals have all settled down for their morning nap. I need some hot cereal and my meds. That means I should stop typing now.
Is this even useful to anyone? I wonder. Maybe I’m just typing words.
Morning Update: 07/02/24
Hurricane Beryl became the earliest Atlantic storm to reach Category 5 status yesterday as it crossed the Caribbean Islands headed presumably for Mexico. What does that say about the rest of the summer? We’re in for a ride and all scenarios are on the table. Anything could happen. But then, when has that not been the case with this year? Uncertainty defines the first six months of 2024 and if this morning is any indication, it’s not likely to get better any time soon.
Yesterday was largely peaceful and calm. I did get the change of insurance information to my primary care doctor and made a new appointment to catch up on all the fun things I’ve missed, such as the shingles vaccine, kidney disease screening, colon cancer screening, and depression screening. Doesn’t that sound like so much fun? Such are the joys of aging; it’s not so much that your body is falling apart as it is checking to see how much of your body is falling apart at any given time.
This morning started early and that’s going to affect everything else that happens today. It was barely 4:30 this morning when Jack-Jack, the 20+-pound monster of our cat herd, decided that I needed to be up feeding him. I tried convincing him that he was wrong, but after an hour of literal head butting I decided to go ahead and get up and take a shower. All the cats were up and active already, which is never a good thing.
I took a shower, got dressed, and stepped out of the bathroom onto a wet floor. WTF? At first, I assumed that one of the cats must have thrown up because that happens with some frequency. But no, further inspection revealed that Hamilton had decided that he couldn’t wait any longer and he had distributed his urine all the way down the hallway. That had to be cleaned up before the cats could be fed, which didn’t make the cats any happier. And then I had to change socks.
I then went to make coffee only to discover that there were no spoons. There were none in the drawer, none in the sink, and none on the drying rack. That means they’re all in children’s bedrooms where they do not belong. Obviously, that did not stop me from making coffee, but it makes for an unpleasant start to everyone’s morning when Daddy has to yell about spoons in the most 2024 way possible: via text message.
As for yesterday’s SCOTUS decisions, there has been a lot to unpack. I’m concerned that the two less popular decisions are being ignored, especially when one has very strong First Amendment issues attached. I’ll be writing a lot this morning. Stay tuned.
Storms could potentially move in as early as this evening. That’s going to make for a damp holiday, which, in some ways, is probably appropriate. Given the SCOTUS rulings of the past week, our celebrations need some examination.
But that, too, is a separate post. Right now, we need more coffee. Lots and lots more coffee.
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