Hi Darling Ones,

I dunno about you, but I’ve had it up to here with current events. And I’m 6’5″ and here is pretty high up.

I can’t with SCotUS. I can’t with shootings. I can’t with a fascist gameshow host stoking violence and then being shocked when there is violence. I can’t with a country that does nothing about violence and genocide in Palestine. I can’t with the death of one of the Heathers, and I really really cannot with the veneration of Richard Simmons who was the bane of my fat-kid existence.

A lot of you didn’t have to spend the summer you were 10 being forced to exercise to Simmons’ talk show while following some fad diet your mom found in like the National Enquirer and it shows.

With all the current events I can barely not deal with all my own bullshit. I got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow when I have to begin discussing the Social Security Disability application process (what I’m calling getting on the dole).

There’s so much I cannot deal with that I’ve had to work extra hard to ignore all the problems.

My work has included shot-gunning the Barbecue Showdown on Netflix. You know I love a good cooking show. This one is great because the judges are super knowledgable and everybody cries when someone goes home.

Crying along to barbecue is my new favorite pastime.

What makes this even better is I’m sitting here crocheting while watching and inhaling the aromas of a pork butt I have in the crockpot. As I watch these people sweating over fire pits and putting mop sauce on brisket I’m all, “we’re basically the same.”

Jodi