Saturday night I dreamed I had to fly an airplane with very little instruction. Evidently I was channeling job training in a major way.
Please note that I did get the damn plane off the ground and safely landed at my destination, however I did demand further instruction. I wanted one more supervised take off. Not too much to ask when flying a 747. Right?
Yesterday may have been the worst Monday ever. And it wasn’t improved by the omission of my anti-depressant from the previous three night’s bedtime routine. I sent Bob to the pharmacy for a refill last night in hopes of staving off any more bad days this week. It can’t hurt.
Yup, Monday was a roller coaster. The vertigo from all the ups and downs nearly sent me crashing to the floor.
I did learn one thing: it is best to let an asshole stew in his/her own poo. Now isn’t that profound? Perhaps it will become one of those sayings that always proves correct. You know, like the one about time flying faster as you age.
Well, actually I learned more than one thing, but that one stood out.
I slid into Bruhonda after work with a huge sigh of relief. The day had ended. Whew. Bruhonda sounded relieved too, when I started him up and put him in gear. Of course I could have been projecting. It’s been known to happen.
The radio was on. It usually is. Lately I’ve become an avid NPR listener. I find their news less biased and far more entertaining than most stations in my area. The first story I really tuned into was about a gay couple in Ohio who had been together for over 20 years. One of them was dying and they wanted to be married. Ohio is not a proponent of marriage equality. And so they arranged for a medical airlift to Maryland and were married, then airlifted back home where a suit was filed in the state asking Ohio to recognize their union. A mere few days later a judge favored their suit.
I was in tears by the time the newscaster announced the judge’s decision. I felt their sadness, their joy, their love and I congratulated them and the Supreme Court and the Ohio judge.
It seems to be absolutely crazy that anyone would deny the rightness of love and commitment between any two people.
Needless to say the story made my day immeasurably better.
It did, however, further cement my belief that the world would be so much better if we could eliminate all the hate-mongering, know-it-all assholes. Too bad there’s not a wipe for that.