Third Ocean, 37th Day of Childwinter, 525 M.E. (Atlas): Today, we enter the seventh week of the 525th year of the Modern Era. Already in this terrible year, we've lost Sam Moore of Sam & Dave, musician Susan Alcorn, director David Lynch, playwright Richard Foreman, cartoonist Jules Feiffer, feminist Cecile Richards, my Mom, and even baseball legend Bob Uecker. Impermanence is swift. In the past six weeks, the United States has threatened military action in Panama, Greenland, and Gaza. Global warming is racing unchecked toward the planetary tipping point, even as the U.S. pulls out of the Paris agreement and official American policy is to increase the use of fossil fuels. An unelected billionaire with business interests all over the world, including with adversaries of the U.S., has been allowed unfettered access to the most sensitive of federal financial databases and files. Meanwhile, the President is purging nearly the entire government of its competent career civil servants, including my daughter who works at CDC.

Only 55 more weeks to go (my New Revised Universal Solar Calendar has six-day weeks).

Out on my alternating-day walk two weeks ago, I was wearing three layers of fleece, gloves, a hat, and Bluetooth headphones as earmuffs. Tuesday, I was out in shorts and a t-shirt.  Seasons change, sure, but one could get whiplash from changes this abrupt. We're in what's known in the South as the "false spring" season, unusual warmth but with more cold wintery temperatures sure to come (although none are forecast for the next 10 days). 

It was so warm I couldn't sleep last night and eventually realized it was because of all the layers of wintertime blankets I had piled on the bed. I stripped off the comforter and one other blanket and was immediately more comfortable, but the cycle had already been broken and I found it difficult to get back to sleep. After the alarm went off, I found it difficult to get up. I wound up laying in bed, alternating between attempting to start my day and then falling back to sleep, until 11:30. I'm all messed up right now, and doubt I'll get my steps in today, even though it's officially a "walking day" in my alternating walking/sitting daily cycle.

I'm all messed up right now and don't have anything more to say than what I've already written above.