The Intractable Lemming March

Another one of those nights when I bolted awake at 1 am and couldn’t go back to sleep for anything.

No idea why, but I suspect anxiety—although my own little life is going along swimmingly enough.

So, possibly anxiety over current events?

Because it does seem to me that there is increasingly less to be done about the human race’s intractable, lockstep march toward that lemming cliff.

And also anxiety over my boo, RTT, who is still being told, “We will hire you back eventually” by the progressive D.C. Superman coalition.

But I’m thinking, What? So they can lay you off every time they meet their political quotas?

Kinda like the political equivalent of being a seasonal farmworker, I’m thinking. My boy, you want a career.

I'm hoping to visit him in 10 days. As the parent of adult children, I try hard never to give unsolicited advice.

But I do have many thoughts about what he can do, so I hope he asks me for advice. And he might! My kids seem to think highly of my problem-solving abilities.

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Anyway, since I couldn’t sleep, I watched endless episodes of Fresh Meat, which is still one of the funniest things I have seen even on this (ulp) third rewatching. Zawe Ashton is magnificent and incomparable.

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I’ve been exercising like mad this last week.

Every year over the winter, I gain 10 pounds, and every year as spring approaches, I struggle to take that 10 pounds off.

One might think I’d just avoid that struggle by not gaining that 10 pounds in the first place.

But I like to eat, and most of what I like to eat is singularly bad for you.

I try not to weigh myself very often. I judge my weight by the clothes I can slip into.

But this morning, I weighed myself, and I’ve lost three pounds.

So, just seven more to go.