Firefly

 Over the past couple weeks I've been watch Firefly with my husband.  It's okay.  I'm not in the "crazed-fan-would-kill-for-a-second-season" camp, sorry.  It has been funny hearing their cowboy dialect get better over the season.  Well, somewhat better.  Jayne sounds natural from the beginning, but Kayley still doesn't.  In the first episode, the way most of them said "ain't" sounded like they had never said the word before in their lives.  

The Cure for Crazy Dragons

 When dragons get very old, they go insane.

It's worse than senility or dementia that is found in humans.  The older dragons get, the better they get at producing and aiming the acid that gives them their "fiery" breath.  Eventually some of this acid leaks into their skull and damages their brain.  This causes agitation and insanity, which in turn causes them to breathe out more acid.  Thus their brains become more damaged.  The cycle can eventually lead to death.  Some experts postulate that dragons could be functionally immortal if it weren't for this flaw in their anatomy, or if they would simply refrain from spewing acid.  

In more recent times, somewhat of a remedy has been found for draconic insanity.  In a far northern land, some humans got the idea to make a dessert from mixing cow's cream with mashed fruit in a bowl made of ice.  They continue stirring until it is of a partially frozen texture, then they eat it.  It has become so popular that they transport huge blocks of ice to southern countries just so more people can enjoy this dessert.  By some chance, a crazed dragon managed to get some of this dessert in her mouth one day, and she almost immediately calmed down.  Word has spread, so now any town that has insane dragon problems is sure to keep blocks of ice and chubby cows close at hand.

Where do photons go to bed

 When you turn off the night light on your bedside table, where do the photons go?  Do they nestle into the nuclei of all the atoms around, waiting until the sunlight returns?  Or do they fall into your fluffy blankets, slow down to a softer pace, until some electrons get excited about the blanket folds rubbing together?  That is, if you didn't use a dryer sheet.  Certainly they wouldn't have a "Photons Only" meeting inside the light bulb, where they would discuss fashion, politics, and how annoying neutrinos are.  

 When to get out of an investment seems like too difficult of a question for me.  I prefer questions with cut and dry answers.  If I lose out on an increase, I feel like I did it wrong.  But that's my dad talking in my head.

My muscles won't stop hurting.  Even muscles that I can't quite tell where they are.  I can't figure out what causes it, or what abates it.  Such mystery.  The worst part is, if it doesn't have a diagnosis, it seems fake.  Like no one will believe me.  

I am not writing anything great today and it shows.

Humming Hymns

 We aren't yet allowed to sing in our church meetings.  I said to my husband, they didn't say we couldn't hum.  So I have been humming along under my mask, following the words on my phone (the hymnbooks have been taken away as well).  I am surprised how well I know the alto line on a lot of these hymns.  Over all my decades of singing these hymns, the harmonies have sunk into my memory and become natural to me.  

About the Pandemic

 One year after the pandemic began, I got an email from my doctor's office saying that I now qualify for the vaccine.  No explanation why I qualify.  When I went to schedule the shot, there were no appointments available.  Still I wait.

How would I describe this year?

Painful.  Divisive in some ways, yet unifying in others.  Worsening all my nightmares.  Worsening all my failures.  Lost opportunities for my children.  New opportunities to learn about humanity.

I walked past an elementary school today.  I heard children playing on the playground.  That's something I had taken for granted my whole life, children going to school.  How strange it is to feel deeply grateful to hear them back at it again.  

Something New

 The idea now is to Write Something Every Day.  I have been wanting to get back into writing for a long time now.  They say that the best way to get better at writing is to just write, so I'm going to just write something every day and hope this becomes a habit, hope something good comes out of it.  

Here's a picture.

It's a bunny!!  The kids were wanting another bunny for a long time.  I saw some for sale yesterday, so I brought one home.  He's a sweet little zoomer; they named him Pepper.  Biscuit is fascinated by him, though I'm afraid he might just want to eat him.  I haven't let the two into the same space yet.  Pepper thumped a lot the first several times he got near Biscuit.  Heehee, baby bunny thumps.

That's the news from the House of Funk.  More to come tomorrow, if I keep up with this.