Stopping for a second to appreciate passing through the autumnal equinox.
A 🥃 to the equinox. 🍂
Our household has hit that stage in life where one inspects odd, dark brown-ish lumps of debris and asks oneself, “is it food? Play-Doh(TM)? Poop?”
Focus Mode might save my brain, but kill me in the short term anyway.
A brief respite
"... There is now no chance of us avoiding a perilous, all-pervasive climate breakdown. We have passed the point of no return and can expect a future in which lethal heatwaves and temperatures in excess of 50C (120F) are common in the tropics; where summers at temperate latitudes will invariably be baking hot, and where our oceans are destined to become warm and acidic. 'A child born in 2020 will face a far more hostile world [than] its grandparents did,' McGuire insists."
I am not a fan of the chumps who introduced and voted for this amendment, but I am disgusted with everyone—the other 97—who voted against it.
I gotta push it to the limit, and I keep finding the limit isn’t quite here.
My knuckles, my heart rate, the cortisol levels… why?
White knuckling it this week.
I can prevent this, but I feel like I have to ride it out right now.