My bodily aches and pains.

Lately I've noticed that I get up in the morning, and not only are my legs sore, but my heels and ankles are achy on the outside side of me.

I wonder if I have bad shoes and sandals, or it's just the amount I'm walking at work and for campaigning?

I'm getting old.

The surrealness of current atrocities.

The intentional child abuse of the forced child-parent separations is as disturbing as it is surreal.

Whenever I've caught glimpses of TV, the part about tearing immigrant children away from their parents and housing them in vacant big box stores where they're drugged up seems almost surreal, like we're not really here, but are in some dystopian movie set in the near future that makes its points and sets its setting through broad brushstroke newsclips seen briefly in the background as the characters engage their daily lives, prior to them jolting out of it and getting sucked into events.

Body oddity.

The other week I was looking in the mirror in my bathroom, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a long blonde hair that looked like it was resting on my earlobe.

But, I went to touch it, and then I couldn't see it, and then I turned around a bit back and forth, and then I finally found it and went to go pick it off me, but it turned out to be a single super fine decently long blonde hair, growing out of the middle of my right earlobe.

I wonder how long it was there on me, just sticking out of the middle of my earlobe.

The confidence of a local voter in me...

...after I met her a few weeks ago and we had talked, and then we bumped into each other again when I was back in the same neighborhood knocking doors again and she was out walking her dogs:

"I got faith in you."

. . .

(It's very humbling, to think of people trusting you at such a profound level, to represent them.  There's something very beautiful in that.)

An odd dream of my old profession.

The other week, I dreamnt -

I'm a per-class professor at a local college, and I'm sitting in a classroom and I'm about to begin teaching a class on the Cultural Revolution that I was hired in to do all last minute, and I'm thinking to myself how much more qualified other people are to teach it, since I don't even know Chinese, and I think to myself how fucked up the entire system is and how bad it is for students.

. . .

What a find!

The other week when I was going into the apartment building where I work as an assistant to the one disabled woman, I was rushing through the gate, and there smackdab on the path was a warm but still sealed-up package of string cheese.

So, I stooped down and picked it up and threw it in my backpack, for later.

I thought for a minute that it might be hers - she likes string cheese and keeps some in her fridge, and maybe she had it with her as a snack, but it dropped out when she was going outside for a smoke? - but then later after I ate it, I looked at the wrapper and saw that it was Starbucks brand, and there's no way in heck that it could be her string cheese, so my conscience was assuaged ("conscience was assuaged").

Anyways, even if it was hers, what would I honestly do, take it and put it back in her fridge for her and let it recool and risk some food poisoning thing or something to her?

Comment of a (black) woman to me...

...as I was running out of the subway turnstile and she was waiting to get in, and as I called out, "Sorry, but I'm late for work!":

"Well, get going, then!"

. . .

(She said that in a soft, warm, and understated way, very goodhearted.)