Confession Tuesday - Daylight Savings Time Edition

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  Dear Reader:
         Come quickly before here is a line at the confessional. (kneeling inside... Clears throat)   Reader, it has been one week, one missing fountain pen, a fudking spring ahead to daylight savings time. more stressors than I care to mention one really  strange dream last night, The start of  reading a new book, a lot of unwanted anger directed at  one person... okay two and fighting for the rights of my autonomy for my circadian rhythm.

           Reader, I am angry enough right now to scream, but I will control myself. At least until later. It would be bad for me to scream in the confessional with others in line that might be startled and uneasy by it coming from inside the confessional.

             I confess that I am angered by more things than I have the time to go over individually presently.  I don't want to be seen as a confessional booth hog. 
So let me sort of wrip some of this up together because the source of the anger boiles down to Trump and Musk. I'm angry at the burning down of normal government operations. The closing down of appartments. At the massive firing of federal emplorees, especially veterans.  I'm angry at his attack on the rights of people to protest. The way he is tanking our economy.  His attacks against pro-Palintinan protesters and of cource his support for the continued ethnic cleansing  in Gaza. I'm very angry at his dumping Ukraine and placating Putin. At the loss of Ukranian lives as a result of pulling the plug on intellegence, and hilitary hardware to defend themselves. 

              I confess I, and every one of my Circadian rythms (as there is one in each cell of  my body) are fighting Daylight Savings time. You might think I am being  petty, but I am not.  On the first week of Daylight Savings Time there are more heart attack than at any other time. Same is true of traffic accidents, and migrain headaches.  DST reeks havic on humans. Probably annimals too. 

            I recommend that everyone gets lots of sun to adjust their body as we move into the time shange. 

              I confess I will not be physically in LA for this month's AMP conferance, but I will be virtually present.  When I last did it virtually I was less than happy with how much of it was available on line.       

             Tonight, I need to find my fountin Pen. I know it's in the hous, just need to rip the house apart and Find it.  LOL  I guess I just pretend the house is this country and I'm Trump.  Oh God, that is a scary thought. 

            Until next time, stay safe!                                                                                 
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