There's Magic in Them Thar Pills...

So I finally got my scrip filled today and it had me writing THOUSANDS of words toward UnHeard, rather than the usual trickle of hundreds. Ah, the magic of my focus pills.

As I've said before, I was always told 'there is no magic pill' and 'they' couldn't have been more wrong. A pill that can give me energy and focus, as far as I'm concerned, IS a magic pill.

No, it doesn't help with the moods, depression or anxiety that crop up here and there, but it certainly takes the edge off of those even. And since it only last 12 hours, it doesn't interfere with my sleep either. So, yes. Magic. Poof!

In any case, it was also a lovely day to spray nematodes in the yard. I started doing this last spring when my cats got fleas and no amount of bathing or treating them was making the damn things leave them alone. So I opted instead for biological warfare and it works magnificently! I just load about 5 million nematodes in a hose sprayer, aim at the gardens near the house and let them get to work. No insect corpses or anything like that, since they're microscopic and turn the insects into dust. Spiffy. As. All. Hell.

I also walked to the store. Without a mask on. I know, I know, but I rarely leave the house so I don't need to protect anyone against the hermit who doesn't sneeze or cough around people. I only went to get my prescription and some cigarettes then head back home. I wasn't there all touching up on things or anything.

I get the mask things, but I think, unless you can't breathe in the damn things, they don't do one bit of good. It seems like it's more of a public security blanket than at all effective. And if you can't breathe in the damn things, you're probably making yourself dizzy as hell with a huge dose of CO2, so... enjoy the dead brain cells? I get why people tend to need to be super cautious, but I think limiting your outside visits and being hygienic are about the best protection you're going to get from this thing.

One thing I'm nervous about is going back to work. The restaurant is supposedly opening June 1st, most restaurants are opening May 21st. So they're already being cautious about when we go back. Moving tables and all that fun stuff. But the whole wearing masks and gloves thing is kinda freaking me out. I'd actually love to 'stay-at-home', as frustrating as that can be, until they actually develop a vaccine.

I get this too; the economy will need some boosting. The government has actively been wasting our tax money for decades now, so really, it's about time it started going directly back to the people. We need to be receiving and spending money, not exactly having to return to our jobs, so Karens everywhere won't freak out about their hair and dine-in meals. I'm rather warming to feeling like a real artist, being able to stay in and write and draw and design at leisure. I do miss the social aspect of working outside the home to be sure, but I also missed choosing my schedule, knowing no matter how bad I felt, unless I was puking, I needed to show up for that paycheck. Capitalism means reducing yourself as a productive person, since the bulk of the rewards are still going into lavish corporate spending and hoarding rather than the flow of production and ease of lifestyle that everyone who is busting their ass (or can't) has earned. 

Of course, I think there's a productive place for the disabled and elderly that we haven't been 'capitalizing' upon, and mainly because we treat everyone who doesn't function conventionally as useless. But nothing could be further from the truth. If this pandemic has taught us anything, it's that people can and will be productive if they are given the pride and conviction to make it through life. We've needed a new normal and now is a great time to explore that.

Well, it is still a fine day, as I write this, and I don't want to spend it blogging a book-length piece, so I'll skedaddle. Much to write, to draw, to design, to craft and I can't wait to share them when the time comes. 

Love, peace and chicken grease!