Welcome to my psyche, I had dreams about killing people.

For some reason this shit today in DC has sent me over the edge. I’m so fucking angry.

Nothing that has happened has surprised me, which is sad enough. I am angry, and ashamed, and terrified, and a whole host of other overwhelming emotions. I'm watching a lot of music videos and streaming series. Minimal dose of news a day because I can't be totally uniformed.

It is good to hear that Matilda is coping so well and adulting so admirably.

Both blacksmithing and glass blowing sound awesome. A retired police officer friend of mine makes knives and he really enjoys his blacksmithing results. (and sells the knives) He also does bonsai. He was a sniper, and the most patient even-tempered person ever, so these hobbies which require steady patient personalities work for him very well.

Sending love to Shir, and all. My cousin left at 5:30 this morning. He is wonderful company, but it will be nice to catch up on some of my house chores.

Oh, on the work front! Despite my retirement, at this time of year we have to do a whole bunch of government reporting for our medical practices, which requires my help. Some of the doctors are flipping out because although they score 100% on a bunch of measures the estimates still show a deduction in their future Medicare receipts. We won't know what their actual rates are going to be until late summer. I have patiently explained to them that even if their scores are perfect this administration may just randomly decide to cut what they get by 30% and we have no control to do anything about it. First, none of my doctors are suffering, second, they are mostly Republicans. Their whimpering is falling on deaf ears.