The love of my life, being herself

 Herself= a cat. Chasing, killing a poor rodent. I love Easter with all my heart but Darling, just end the little guy please?!

I was going to make this a commentary on something but I forgot what.

Music: Heilung

-from their YouTube channel:

 Heilung is sounds from the northern european iron age and viking period. We used everything from running water, human bones, reconstructed swords and shields up to ancient frame drums and bronze rings in the songs.

The lyrics contain original texts from rune stones and preserved spear shafts, amulets and other artifacts. Furthermore poems, which either deal with historical events or are translations/ interpretations of the originals. Every attempt to link the music to modern political or religious points are pointless, since Heilung tries to connect the listener to the time before Christianity and its political offsprings raped and burned itself into the northern european mentality. Heilung means healing in german and describes the core of the sound. It is supposed to leave the listener eased and relaxed after a sometimes turbulent musical journey.

Remember, that we all are brothers All people, beasts, trees and stone and wind We all descend from the one great being That was always there Before people lived and named it Before the first seed sprouted

Life's most important rule.

 What are the facts? Again and again and again – what are the facts? Shun wishful thinking, ignore divine revelation, forget what “the stars foretell,” avoid opinion, care not what the neighbors think, never mind the unguessable “verdict of history” – what are the facts, and to how many decimal places? You pilot always into an unknown future; facts are your single clue. Get the facts! — Robert A. Heinlein

The way out of emotional darkness

 This is what it took to make me semi-happy this morning, going from a dark mood upon wakening. Coffee n music of Die Antwoord. A bit of YouTube and now all the animals of the house around me: my brother in law's dog, my sister's cat Buster and most important of all my cats Easter & Ladybug. I've got to remember there's ALWAYS a way out of the darkness. The company of nonhumans is, to me, essential.

Really? Are you certain?

 Did Biden really win? Do we know for absolute certain that January 20 will see him in the White House? Don't tell me it's safe to come out of my hole then smack me upside the head when I do. This orange-asshole of a nightmare had better be over!

Friday. I still don't want to know anything.

 Until we know for absolute certaint who will be in the Oval Office on 20 January 2021, I'm cutting myself off from the news. Until I hear the results from trusted friends that is. I can't stand the stress. 

Don't tell me who won before we know who won.

 November 4, 2020, Wednesday, the day after election. I don't want to turn on the news, receive news feeds, nothing. Not until we know, for absolute certainty, how the electoral college will vote December 14. I don't care who won in this state, that state. Polls are meaningless, as are educated guesses. I have enough anxiety in my life. Too much. Don't jerk me around, play with my emotions. I don't know how I'm going to cope if Trump wins, and I can't even think about that. I'm registered as Independent but the sad fact is, the US political system is so stunted that voting Democrat is the only way to vote against Republican. Although I've got to admit the Lincoln Project gives me hope. They're Republicans against Trump. 

Anxiety. Constant, mind-warping anxiety. If it's not that it's depression. Fuck my life is meaningless! Okay now I'm babbling. Just don't tell me anything before we know, for absolute certain who won. Biden, great! Trump, I'm living in the woods with my two cats and am never coming out again.