May 1. One more class next week and then it's grading fun!

 Happy birthday Daddy. Today you would be 99.😭

There are 3.5 weeks of classes left and then two weeks for grading and Spring semester 2026 will be done. I am looking forward to late spring and summer.

I have a cold! 😑

Many things I want to write! They will keep, I guess.

I wish I could write. Not just here, though I'm happy to be doing something, anything. I mean really write. I wish I could pour it out and wonder where it came from afterwards. I know it would help me. I blame it on limited time, but that seems like a cop-out. If I wanted to write, wouldn't I make the time? The same thing is true of drawing cartoons. I have an idea, but don't get my pencils (Tyrant Racist Uneducated Misogynist Pedophile is the idea; I dream of creating a design and silk screening tee-shirts). 

I am feeling profoundly sad. I am mourning my mother, and she's still here. I am thinking of my father as Spring, Easter and his 99th birthday approach. I think of myself, and others perceive me, as above average in brain power. It's not as if I'm naive, I mean I've always known how life is...but still, I feel profoundly sad about my parents, about this cruel march of time. 

The horrible political leadership and the various immoral policies they are pushing don't help.

March 30 was the 5th anniversary of little Rosie's death. 😪 

 My mother is doing better than anyone could have imagined. She was kind of pissy the day after she got there, but since then, she's been in a very good mood.

Today my mother moved into assisted living. She seems to be doing OK. I'm a pretty stoic person, but I'd be lying if I said this is easy.

For the first time in my life, I am ashamed to be from the United States. This is a heartbreaking admission. Me, with my perennial pride for my geography, for my roots, for history. It was unthinkable until recently. But now that evil disgusting cretins run the show, there is no other option except shame.😭