Lifeboats

Apparently the world is heating up. There's no snow in the Alps, Kew Garden's bushes are blossoming again, thinking it’s Spring, (it stresses them out apparently) and a US Senator from one of the Dakotas is critically ill. If he dies we say goodbye to what Green policies were prepared to come out of corporate America.

The thing is, I don't care. Not today. A few years ago these things would make me angry. But as you get older the world gets smaller and you learn to keep the important things never more than an arms reach away. Only tonight they're not in arms reach. Instead they hurt and live just beyond the world you can get to. I can see them in my head but can't find a way through the glass to fix it all. It’s a helpless feeling and at the same time I feel like a coward.

And on these nights that seem like the world is ending there is always an episode of ER on late night TV; God-like story lines about the beautiful people pretending to struggle. Well, the beautiful people are right here on ground level too and there's no pretending. So you do all you can and drink yourself tired so you'll go to sleep. You hope that all that crap about tomorrow being better is true. Turn over and go to sleep. It'll be better tomorrow, and you won't hate everything so much.