The times we are in, the inn to escape the times

Awake at 3 a.m. or so. Doom-scrolled again, something that likely kept me awake. Yet, I did get six hours in.

Didn't get out of bed until 6 a.m. and now thinking about how I respond to the person angry about a story I wrote that was factually true.

The last time we went through this, all sorts of people pushed to take what power they could. I lost a lot because of this, but somehow kept going.

All I can do now is keep my house clean, cook some food, and keep on the pathway I know may lead to pain I can't even imagine at this time. Or perhaps I deviate.

I do not know. All I know is that there was amazing music in Denmark from the 70's and that a lot of people have felt pain throughout life. Humanity is a species with many personality types, some of which are to be avoided.

But then times come when you cannot.