I worked on July 4th. I need that holiday pay, after all. I avoided the news so I wouldn't be depressed about that fucked up bill passing Congress. Fuck Murkowski. Fuck all of them that voted for it despite pretending to criticize it. They fall in line, like we have an actual king.
I heard late in the day that there was flash flooding in central Texas, around Kerrville. I'm not familiar with the Hill Country, but I'm sad for all the victims and the girls still missing. There probably won't be federal assistance in the aftermath, due to FEMA being gutted. So awful.
I need a break, a rest. That's why I've been escaping into Holmes and writing again. I have some vacation time planned and there's a book fair coming up even if I can't afford to buy much. Trying to enjoy some of life even as the world careens into disaster. Nobody can live in stressed-out survival mode forever.
I still heard some fireworks going off last night, and my family will celebrate together this weekend. Try to regroup I guess before moving on. Have a happy holiday if you can.
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