A million dreams 🕊️

Temperature: will depend on the Föhn winds on their way from Norway. Winter, you had your shot. Spring, take the reins.

Drinking: Would that help matters, what do think? A stiff drink to calm that brain on fire? Should we look for more healthy outlets? Oh, after we have that drink, okay. Desperate times, desperate jigger measurements.

Eating: What would go well with Friday? And don’t say frozen pizza.

Watching: I have Encanto waiting for a weekend viewing. Couldn’t catch it on the big screen, but I hope it loses none of its magic on a smaller one.

Listening: to the downpipes trying to deal with all that melting snow.

Reading: Against the Loveless World by Susan Abulhawa.

Thinking: Who the hell can think straight these days? Everyone I’ve talked to this week has complained they’re finding it difficult to concentrate. We agreed we should at least try, and we should also try not to let our outrage morph into fear because that is what autocrats want. Fear leads to paralysis and a paralyzed individual is hardly a threat, but anger, pure anger is fuel for action, sweetie darlings, so let the autocrats fear us instead.

Feeling: some Depeche Mode coming my way…
Metropolis has nothing on this /
You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss /
Take my hand, come back to the land /
Where everything's ours for a few hours…
Off for a walk. What a luxury to step out without having to fear being shot at. Have a good weekend, dearest denizens, or a tolerable one, wherever you are.