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So, I decided to subscribe to The Atlantic - to support a free press, and the Atlantic had the guts to post Full Signal Chat Messages Showing Military Plans About US Strikes in Yemen.
[In case you don't know this already? The editor-in-chief to the Atlantic was included/invited to a top security Signal Chat by accident. The idiots who included him, then declared no top secret information was released, and they caught it quickly, and The Atlantic was lying about it. So the Atlantic decided to publish what they found out and let readers make up their own minds.]
( excerpt from the article )
For the rest of the article? Go Here.
I'm currently subscribing to New York Magazine, The New Yorker, and The Atlantic. I may cancel New York at some point and jump to Vanity Fair.
Still sleeping poorly, last night is was due to a muscle spasm in my lower back and hip. I figured it out, when I finally caved and put a heating pad on it. It relaxed the muscle. I'm on an anti-inflammatory diet for the most part (have been on one for a long time) - I rarely eat red meat any longer (no appetite for it) - have lamb chops in the fridge, but they disagreed with me on Sunday, and I've not had the appetite for them since. Not crazy about poultry either. I don't know if this is a side effect of the medication that I'm taking, or just a change in appetite? It's problematic - because I need protein, and there's a lot of protein substitutes I can't eat. I may start using the protein powder in the fridge. It's also more than possible that I got glutened this week. "Glutened" is celiac short hand for accidentally digesting gluten without realizing it. And it's possible - that the strawberry-rubarb pie had trace amounts in it. I felt off IBS wise since I ate it. (Sigh). Oh well, it will work it's way out of my system.
Aching now, took an aleve, took a hot shower, have a heating pad on my lower back, and drew the poor man that I saw on the subway today. He was wearing a hospital bracelet. Ever since I was in the hospital getting tests done and got my own - I've been noticing them on other people on the subway, usually folks that look homeless, but may not be. This poor man was trying to put himself together. Putting on his shoes and socks over swollen feet, and had scratches on his face. He looked out of it. Everyone was giving him a wide berth, some folks couldn't bear to sit in the seats opposite him, like I was doing. I kept repeating in my head, but there for the grace of god, go I. My heart bled for the poor man. The world is not fair, equal or kind. And I'm reminded of this daily.
Feeling kind today - I let an older Bengali or Pakistani man with just two tomatoes skip in front of me in line. He also seemed a little lost. Poor man. Later, when I was entering my apartment complex, a nice man held the door open for me. And the elevator was right there. So there may be some truth to the adage, what goes around comes around.
Work is work - I've decided I'm too efficient for my own good. Everyone is behind me, and needs to catch up. So I'm creating spreadsheets to track information, financial and otherwise. Also doing a lot of negotiation meetings. So far without the contractor, so they just go in a circle and go nowhere.
Ah, I hear a Mister Softee Truck in the distance. It is officially spring.
[In case you don't know this already? The editor-in-chief to the Atlantic was included/invited to a top security Signal Chat by accident. The idiots who included him, then declared no top secret information was released, and they caught it quickly, and The Atlantic was lying about it. So the Atlantic decided to publish what they found out and let readers make up their own minds.]
( excerpt from the article )
For the rest of the article? Go Here.
I'm currently subscribing to New York Magazine, The New Yorker, and The Atlantic. I may cancel New York at some point and jump to Vanity Fair.
Still sleeping poorly, last night is was due to a muscle spasm in my lower back and hip. I figured it out, when I finally caved and put a heating pad on it. It relaxed the muscle. I'm on an anti-inflammatory diet for the most part (have been on one for a long time) - I rarely eat red meat any longer (no appetite for it) - have lamb chops in the fridge, but they disagreed with me on Sunday, and I've not had the appetite for them since. Not crazy about poultry either. I don't know if this is a side effect of the medication that I'm taking, or just a change in appetite? It's problematic - because I need protein, and there's a lot of protein substitutes I can't eat. I may start using the protein powder in the fridge. It's also more than possible that I got glutened this week. "Glutened" is celiac short hand for accidentally digesting gluten without realizing it. And it's possible - that the strawberry-rubarb pie had trace amounts in it. I felt off IBS wise since I ate it. (Sigh). Oh well, it will work it's way out of my system.
Aching now, took an aleve, took a hot shower, have a heating pad on my lower back, and drew the poor man that I saw on the subway today. He was wearing a hospital bracelet. Ever since I was in the hospital getting tests done and got my own - I've been noticing them on other people on the subway, usually folks that look homeless, but may not be. This poor man was trying to put himself together. Putting on his shoes and socks over swollen feet, and had scratches on his face. He looked out of it. Everyone was giving him a wide berth, some folks couldn't bear to sit in the seats opposite him, like I was doing. I kept repeating in my head, but there for the grace of god, go I. My heart bled for the poor man. The world is not fair, equal or kind. And I'm reminded of this daily.
Feeling kind today - I let an older Bengali or Pakistani man with just two tomatoes skip in front of me in line. He also seemed a little lost. Poor man. Later, when I was entering my apartment complex, a nice man held the door open for me. And the elevator was right there. So there may be some truth to the adage, what goes around comes around.
Work is work - I've decided I'm too efficient for my own good. Everyone is behind me, and needs to catch up. So I'm creating spreadsheets to track information, financial and otherwise. Also doing a lot of negotiation meetings. So far without the contractor, so they just go in a circle and go nowhere.
Ah, I hear a Mister Softee Truck in the distance. It is officially spring.