If you had balls I'd kick 'em

Temperature: a sunny 16/61 degrees. It's been a dry spring. 

Eating: chocolate left over from Easter. It's been a long spring.

Drinking: Madeira wine. It's been that kind of spring.

Listening: to this year's Eurovision contenders yet? Yeah, I know. Many feel a cloud hangs over the contest, that it's not quite as joyous an occasion as it used to be. Silver linings: look at Linda Lampenius shine! Lampenius tried to warn other women about the predator Peter Nygård, and he went after her, viciously. I hope she feels vindicated and liberated and ready to own that stage like the professional, talented, experienced artist she is. And if Finland can't win, can Denmark? Kys mig, tag mit hjerte, knus det igen /Men please sig den her aften aldrig vil ende... And if you still haven't watched Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga and need a good laugh, maybe give it a try over the weekend?

Watching: hollow men run the world. Into the ground. Men hollow in their masculinity, men devoid of integrity, of morals, of values, of virtues, of principles.

Reading: The Nuremberg Women: The Untold Story of the Eight Women Who Brought the Nazis to Justice by Natalie Livingstone ASAP.
 
Writing: to remain sane.

Thinking: Imagine there were millions upon millions of files worth of evidence, with video and audio attached, regarding the sex trafficking, sexual abuse, torture and murder of minors, and the AG and the DOJ went, Yeah, we're not gonna be looking into that.

Feeling: Do you have time to talk about the miracle and misery of perimenopause? Some other time then.