The Surreal Life...

I wonder if there are still MAGAts out there that don't see that Trump is a Russian asset? They started cultivating him in the 80s and they have to feel like it has been a success beyond their wildest imagination. Aside from destroying the United States during this term the display he and Vance gave in the Oval Office this morning was pure Russian propaganda.

Deeply embarrassing. Like I'm ashamed that they represent the United States to the world. I want to apologize to everyone. I want to tell them all that we see it too and we are just as disgusted by them as they are. But the flaw of our country was it was ripe for takeover if you just did it from the inside instead of outside. We are falling in instead of standing up against. Don't trust us. We aren't stable. We aren't reliable. It's going to get even worse. Protect yourselves and disengage.

It's just insane. Everyday brings new horrors and new shame and new fear. It's all by design and give credit to the architects of our destruction, they have placed the charges in exactly the right places.

And yet...we go on. We live our lives as if things are fairly normal. Because we must.

So February, how did it go on a personal goals level?

Still plugging along with my positive book (Can't you tell? Don't I seem super positive?) and my history book. I'm still hanging out with that bossy owl every day trying to refresh my Spanish. So I can say "Lo siento, el presidente es un pendejo." with the right accent.

I'm reading that mix of fiction and nonfiction I wanted to keep up with. Read two autobiographies and am finishing up a book on white women as enslavers for the nonfiction. Read a fun fantasy book, Water Moon, that I recommend. So far this year I'm ahead of my reading goal by 4 books. Though it's really just a placeholder goal number and I'm focusing on reading that mix of books more than the volume.

Writing is going okay. Wrote more days than I didn't, and that's the goal. It's a challenge to write right now. I don't want to just write about the downfall of the US but it is, obviously, top of mind right now. And when I write about stuff like this I feel like why are you writing about frivolous stuff when the US is collapsing? So it's a struggle. But if I didn't write I'd struggle more so I'm plowing forward. Know that when I'm writing about normal life I feel guilty and when I'm writing about the other I feel bad for subjecting you all to yet another voice screaming about what's happening and adding to your stress levels.

Workouts are going okay. Ended up at the doctor's for my foot, as I talked about before, I'll get some treatment in March and hopefully that will go well. I'm working out through it all right now. He didn't say I couldn't so I am. I might look at going ahead and re-joining a gym for access to a rowing machine though. Good cardio without pounding on the foot. Just have to really motivate to go to the gym if it's not right there in the garage.

Weight is down again this month but only by a little. But down is the direction I want to go so that's a win. Measurements moved down a touch as well so that's good. Maybe I'll actually get back in to the clothes I have stashed in the spare room. If not Goodwill is going to get some really cute stuff.

Still working my lists, still doing my stars, still looking for moments of joy.

Still living the surreal life...