Journal Entry Type #60: Focus on the Sky

Do me a favor. Don’t tell me what to do.

-Ray Donovan-

Has it been six days already since I’ve posted a blog entry? I guess so. I spent the beginning of the week watching the first of the Presidential debates (half shaking my head and a few times laughing at what was being played out for the world to see) because if I didn’t, I’d probably cry in shame. WTF is a good abbreviation for it. I stayed up listening to the various MSNBC newscasters review it. There’s an organization called the Lincoln Project including one of the creators Michael Steele. He said a few times there did not need to be anymore debates. Look both up because they have some cutthroat ads playing right now about the Trump administration. There’s something interesting about former Republicans attacking current Republicans. Then lo and behold, the world read about Trump and more staff than not contracting COVID later in the week. Obviously not enough mask wearing or distancing in the West Wing, which has made me watch certain episodes of the TV show The West Wing to know what a semi-normal presidency is like, even if it is fictional, on Friday night. I’ve also been binge watching Ray Donovan. This show is a good diversion from what is going on politically and plus who doesn’t like Liev (rhymes with Kiev) Schreiber. Yesterday besides doing laundry, washing dishes, and picking up my eczema medication, I corked and glued the numerous sand bottles taking up space in the living room. I’ve devised a method hat hopefully will combat the sand changing its levels. If this doesn’t do the trick, then I truly give up the dream of selling them in the far away future (retirement) except the ones that didn’t settle (hopefully in 2021 when COVID is more under control). I’m not one to sell sand bottles that are past my personal threshold of imperfection. Once I’m done with this blog entry, I’m finishing up the formatting loose ends of my poetry collection book so it can be released for others to read. I’m distancing myself more and more from other crap (read procrastination) in order to finish my rewrite by the end of this year. With this said, I also decided to do a junk food challenge for a 30 days and see where it gets me. The outcome of the Presidential election in November as well as my future has created some unnecessary anxiety and overeating. I know I’m not the only one but damn, I thought 2020 was going to be different. It’s definitely been a test of strength and resolve. On that note, this is all for now until more later.

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