un-post, Blade Runner edition

I've had trouble coming up with anything to post for five days now, and that's usually a bad sign about where my head is. I've been doing pretty much the usual:

• beating my head on things at work
• circumflatulating
• taking care of business around the apartment
• arranging social activities, or at least trying to
• texting into the void
• tentatively stepping back onto dating sites - yay go me
• edited to add: waking up way too early
• going for morning bike rides with my respirator on because of the smoke

Let's talk about that last item, shall we? The sky hasn't turned red (yet) here in Seattle, so we're not nearly as badly off as San Francisco. It's still pretty damn bad, though. I heeded the local meteorologists' advice and shut my windows last night. I'm not particularly sensitive to smoke, but I have tons of friends who are. Past a certain point, everyone is sensitive.

I'm thinking... deeply uncharitable thoughts about everyone who didn't take global warming seriously. They're worse than fools; they're addicts. They're addicted to happy talk and having their butts kissed. And global warming isn't usually the only topic on which this applies.

I'm reminded of the Proprietress's teenage climate activist daughter, now stuck inside doing school over the internet thanks to COVID-19. I never met the girl, but I can imagine what she and anyone much younger than I am around here is thinking right now: that their elders really suck.