“The World Breaks Everyone” — Ernest Hemingway

The trees are killing me! 
Seriously, I’m allergic to everything that grows in Tennessee.

I woke up with the headache from hell. 
Nonetheless, I managed to fight the government and get Badger a new insurance card. 
Her TennCare doesn’t really cover anything we need, so we’ve just kept her on Cowboy’s insurance, and didn’t even realize her TennCare card ran out four years ago.

Her insurance hasn’t run out. 
She’s on permanent TennCare because of her autism, but the card was no good. 
Should Cowboy ever retire, she’s covered medically, although she’s not going to be able to get the care she’s used to under Cowboy’s insurance.

I also went and dug around until I found a company newspaper article where they honored Cowboy. 
Not as easy as it sounds, their website is like a giant maze.

Then I went in and made biscuits from a pouch while Badger cooked dinner.

After that I took a Tylenol with coffee while Badger squawked at me that I’m not supposed to be doing that. 
I chased it down with orange juice, and a small bottle of water, just in case I was dehydrated.

I ate dinner, had one of those mini naps as Badger calls them, and by then Cowboy was heading to work.

Badger and I took two or three micro walks around the neighborhood just to stretch our legs and get out of the house.

Peacock always has said that the house is making us sick, and honestly I feel better outside. 
Then I come inside and my head starts to get all achy and fuzzy again.

I doubt if 77-year-old houses are all that sterile, 
I'm sure there's hidden and not so hidden mold, and generation upon generation of dust.

Mostly though, today was another TV watching day.

It seems like the community has had a terrible tragedy. 
I hate when people post to the Facebook town page with vague hints, although I guess really it’s no one’s business.

From what I gather, an 11‑year‑old child from the local school committed suicide because of bullying.

That’s just horrible.
That’s Gealach’s age.

 So many babies are killing themselves nowadays.
I don’t think my generation ever even considered that. 
But we didn’t have access to the world.
 We didn’t have TikTok and YouTube and whatever showing us how to do these things.

I was bullied from kindergarten to twelfth grade. 
I dreaded school, but the thought of killing myself never crossed my mind. 
There was a time or two I felt like killing the bully, but I never acted out on it.

I guess I’m just too old to understand the new generation.

With that, I’m getting off of here tonight. 
Jane just isn’t in the mood to blog.

 I don’t like this world I find myself living in. 
It’s so full of hate, so cold, so mean. 

Yeah, just not feeling it tonight.