No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. ↙↙↙
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Below Average Capacity
Yesterday was a nonstop marathon to end a week that began with me being triggered by almost being assaulted, and began as a fairly normal morning, except for being the fourth in a row with the noise of apartment renovations upstairs in the front house, leading into a truncated therapy session, then nearly an hour of socializing with my medical transport driver all the way across the Portland metropolitan area from St. Johns to Clackamas, who upon seeing my Red Sox cap said we might have a problem as he lifted his own Yankees cap into view but at least I’m not autistic in the way that kept me from understanding this was in jest, stopping once I arrived at my destination to quickly inhale a small lunch before my cardiology appointment for a stress test where I couldn’t last more than five minutes on the treadmill and which among other things yielded the unsurprising observation that I’ve “below average exercise capacity for age and gender”, then a two-hour transit ride all the way back across the Portland metropolitan area from Clackamas to St. Johns, where I watched the wildness of the Red Sox clinching a postseason spot on a walk-off and couldn’t manage anything more than cereal and yogurt for dinner, all of which then piled up today to become a constant cognitive and attentional malaise, a very low sensory threshold, and some pretty dyspraxic proprioception, leaving me little I could do to fill my time without discomfort, and also leaving me by evening circling the event horizon of a sobbing fit from the sheer exhaustion of the entire ordeal which wouldn’t even be an ordeal for most other people, but at least I’m told that I’m living in a lawless, crime-ridden, war-ravaged hellscape?