Mew Special

The title is what band and song that I awoke to, running through my head. It goes like this:

"Special, blah blah blah blah blah....
You know blah blah blah blah..."

I don't really know all the words, or enough to form a sentence, but it's still a beautiful song.

I have two more days of work left before I'm unemployed for two months. Here are some goals for this summer, or at least this month.

By August 20th I'd like to have written my first novel. Fer sure.

By July 22nd, when I'm getting married, I'd like to be in good shape. That's exercise, people. I've got the time. I need an hour a day, 6 days a week. But I have the time, so I should do it. Last week I overexerted and hurt my back though. I took a week off, and am going to the gym today. I'm also keeping track of what exercise I'm doing and when I'm doing it. So far it's just not enough on paper.

Also by the wedding I need to have everything planned for the wedding. I need a caterer, some sort of flower arrangement, a bartender, some sort of parking solution, clothes for me to wear, and some wedding playlists. Yow! Maybe we need a wedding photographer too, although we know so many photographers that I don't see why we'll need to pay.

Oh, and a honeymoon as soon as possible.

A to-do list!

Dystopian Feelings

I had a flash the other day. I was just walking down the street, and I started thinking about the future. Not an individual future, not our destiny, I just randomly thought about what our world will probably be like in 43 years. There'll be around 9 billion people, with significantly less arable land and potable water due to our radically altered warming earth. The second derivative of the population growth and temperature increase curves will only zero when we approach the constraints of our environmental system. There's no reason to believe it won't be terribly violent. It could be peaceful - I hope for (and work for) peace - but our species has never shown that it can handle a change in a peaceful way, so there's little reason to expect it. Disease may be great. Technology could be stifled. Authoritarianism may become even more prevalent.

And then I crossed the street. I noticed a funny looking mutt, a golden chihuahuatrevier? I remembered the errand I was on.