Wednesday No Plans

I woke up, rolled over, and didn’t rise until the coffee was getting cold, after 8. I had no plans for Wednesday as Z had soccer on Wednesday night. I plan to finish my preparation for the Sunday School Class I am teaching. One more class on the last Sunday in September. I rose, found the coffee, and returned to the office, where I started writing the blog.

I wrote for some time and did not finish until late morning. I only had coffee, and I was hungry by the time I finished.  I also had the lamp on that is full-spectrum, and that seemed to help as well. Trying to fight against the depression I have been feeling. I have had the lights off in the house and lived as a troglodyte, thinking to save money and help the environment, but now I am well-lit. I had lights on at night, and that helped.

The coughing and sneezing season in the Greater Portland Area has begun. I need more rain to wash this pollen from the air! My eyes are red and my nose is full!

I sat outside at McMenamins Cornelius Pass Roadhouse for my lunch, drinking iced tea. There, I had a mystic burger (not meat) with some fries. A yellow jacket and I fought over who would eat the burger, but I managed to knock it away, and nearly caught it once in my hand (which would not have had happy results for me or the wasp). I wrote my notes for the class and completed my plans for it. I will review them on Thursday, make any corrections and additions, and then send them out.

With that done and the afternoon disappearing at an alarming rate, I wrote a card to Mom Wild. I had earlier written a postcard to the FCC chairman. I was happy to find one with the correct sentiment I wanted to share with Mr. Carr.

I ran the EV through the carwash. There was a bug splat or bird poo on the windshield that was less when the process was completed. I will later carefully clean off the remains with just a paper towel and a spray cleaner. Remember, dear reader, windshield glass is contained inside a plastic layer and is easily scratched.

Deborah was busy working like most Americans on weekdays. I spoke to her here and there all day and got to wish her goodnight as she ended her day and went to sleep. It is a pleasure to start and finish our days together.

Deborah and I watched the second episode of Murders Only in the Building together today. And while the first episode had the actors seemingly unable to sparkle and find their footing, this one was wonderful and one of the best episodes ever. It added more elements and a richer story to the series while maintaining its beauty.

Dinner consisted of the remains of excellent aged Gouda cheese, some thin-sliced prosciutto, and herring in cream with onions. This with crackers, and I finished the first season of the Foundation series on Apple+. It was an interesting ending, and I will start the next one soon. But Slow Horses also started its new season, and I watched the first episode of that. It began where it left off, and I enjoyed the total confusion that is the show’s storylines.

I was somewhere between shows when I went into the office and began to bring order to the chaotic mess I had let slip into my inner sanctum. I added a second notebook to my US Bank Wealth Management papers. I receive a printed write-up on every investment, along with all the updates to the same. This has filled a notebook over the past half year, as I punch holes in most of them. I examined the expense costs of the index shares, which are stocks that track the market, and was surprised by the high expense ratio. Wall Street always wants a cut of your action. My other investments are low-cost. Hmmm.

Aside: Various politicians in Washington, dear reader, remember that the only currency is power, and they want to transfer all of Social Security to Wall Street. This way, politicians can control investments and thus have power over them. It would be a massive payout for Wall Street and would undoubtedly be a windfall for political power (and contributions). Nobody mentions that Americans receive a 10% return on a conservative investment with a cost ratio so small that it cannot be calculated, thus zero. Nothing Wall Street could even approach without risking the principal on less safe investments (junk bonds, anyone). And that the balance of the principle of Social Security is invested in treasuries, and thus the US Debt is mainly owed to Social Security payers. Yes, you, dear reader, are the holder of the debt. When the politicians and nutty billionaires talk about walking away from the National Debt, remember they are talking about your money.

I hand-cut up some checks, and take out the paper for recycling. I remembered to put out the recycling and trash on Wednesday night. I am still getting used to the new day. I do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. I assembled the coffee for Thursday morning.

Bed is calling, and time seems to have advanced. All evening I had the lights on. I feel better. I read my biography of Bismarck and can’t believe anyone would write this terribly. The author is a sycophant of a dead man. I push through, as I am unfamiliar with this history beyond the usual Western Civ bullet points.

I soon sleep. I woke up and tried some electrolytes in some water. I wake again, and this time, I use painkillers. The combination seems to work, and I sleep.

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