I am tired. That’s a statement about physically feeling a dearth of energy at the end of each and every day. Likely it’s due to trying to cram as much as I can into a 24-hour span. Having a new job and also working at another part-time gig, while taking a class at USM probably has something to do with feeling “wrung-out.”

Here’s a litany of some specific things that I’m tired of as in being “sick” of:

Our president
Cancer
People who suck
Assumptions about grief and loss
Family members who can’t be bothered to be there for me
Friends who can’t be bothered to be there (ever) for me
Morons
Distracted drivers
Feeling sad
Constantly being excluded (as a plant-based vegan) in dietary options at work, school, and just about every place else.
Note: I am happy that places like Rover Bagel in Biddo and the Hannaford Supermarkets recognize that more and more people are finding plant-based lifestyles a healthy and more humane option for the planet.

Here are things I am actually enjoying (and it feels good to actually feel a small amount of joy):

Having a  guitar in my hands
Lots of bands and artists (the list would be long and is constantly growing)
Remembering Mark (these memories also make me sad, too, but I’m glad to have so many vivid reminders of who he was)
Youth taking charge of the planet
Having co-workers who make me laugh and aren’t put off by my occasional sadness and cynicism
Guided by Voices (who I’m getting to see again, on Saturday night)
The Fryeburg Fair (heading there on Sunday)
My turntable hooked up in the saloon

This is a much younger GBV and Bob Pollard right around the time I first saw them. I hope they’ve aged well.