I am so proud of honey. He finally told his MAGA coworker to shut his trap, that he doesn't want to hear another word of his political soundbite talk on the job. This was after the guy said if Alex Pretti hadn't have been in the area, he wouldn't be dead, as though it was Alex's fault. That pissed the hell out of honey and he let the guy have it. I told honey he did the right thing speaking out. We're all doing our part and that while it may not seem like much, that even though we're not on the front lines, and that it feels that individually what we do is just a drop of water, each drop is put together and we are a wave. And the wave is growing.

Found this continuation of my LOVE message in the snow:

I have two letters to write, one to the former sister and one to my godmother who I neglected this year and didn't send a holiday card. (For the record, I didn't send anyone a card this year.) But for the first time in my 62 years she did not acknowledge my birthday. That's pretty major. Part of me doesn't care, I've been so stressed and depressed about current events in my community that maintaining relationships with people on the periphery just isn't important to me right now because they are on outside looking in at my community and I am living in it. I'm not going to send out Happy New Year cards when it is anything but. My family is not smiling right now and we're not going to fake it in some phony picture card. But still, I owe her an explanation.

Finished listening to Perfect by Rachel Joyce. It was okay, not so bad that I stopped listening, but not so good that I'd remember it in a week. I started Tides by Sara Freeman yesterday but it was awful, so I returned it early. Life is too short to waste on a bad (audio)book. Shifting to a nonfiction book for this morning's walk.

My left leg hurts for some unknown reason.

I need to dig out those therapy exercises for balance, as I sway when standing with my eyes closed. I shouldn't have let it get this bad. But there's a lot of stuff I shouldn't or should be doing, but the motivation is not there to fix any of it. Right now, it's about getting from one day to the next without a major news event rocking the world (or rather, my little world).