Wet Saturday

Yesterday, rain pounded down all day.

I gave up half through the day and went back to bed.   It was a good decision.  I wouldn't mind hibernating til the virus thing is done with.

We have so many conspiracy theory people in this state.  I can't keep up with all the craziness going on with people and what they've decided to believe.   It's too much work with no pay out in it for me.  Lots of people I know are fully engaged in the conspiracy theories.   Oddly, most are extreme right wing.  I'm not sure why the relationship between extreme right wing politics and belief in so many conspiracy theories.  But I know plenty who are extreme right wing who do not engage their minds that way.  I don't know.   I suppose when things happen like this pandemic and people have lots of time on their hands, sometimes you slip to another world, where blame can be laid out, easy as pie, even if it doesn't make a lick of sense.  Maybe its a comfort thing.  Like eating donuts.

But it makes it even harder to find friends because being around conspiracy type people isn't a lot of fun.  Their lives are too consumed by it.  It can be hard around here to find people who aren't into it.

There was a fire in a Sweet Home trailer park well known to me.  I used to catch cats there by the score to be fixed.  People would get cats and not fix them then leave them.  Terribly tragic for the cats.

 Then a new Portland owner bought it who detests stray cats and I can't think about that trailer park anymore without horrendous anxiety.  The place turned into like a haunted horror scene for animals, in my mind.  It gives me nightmares.  After a final effort to help the cats there, I just couldn't do it anymore.

Anyhow, four people died in the trailer that went up in flames including a little girl, 2 years old.   But, none of them died of the early morning fire.   Three of them died of homicidal violence---gun, knife.  A gas can was found by one of the bodies.  So far the cops won't say which one did it but it sure wasn't that little girl.

In Lebanon a young couple were arrested after their infant daughter died of neglect.   A teenager yesterday or day before, lost control of his monster truck at a rural intersection and smashed to death a man on a bike.

Happy days are here again.  Yeah, not so much.

So sleeping away yesterday was the right thing for me to do.  I slept well and slept well again last night.  Sleep heals me and so I turn to it when I need to heal, mentally or physically.

If I sleep enough routinely and don't eat for hours before bed, I don't get nightmares.

Here's my brain deadening comfort thing...watching a gopher dig out a tunnel.  Ha.

The cats enjoy me laying in bed.  They swarm me, each wanting to be closest and the most loved of all.

Fantasia, an old gal now, one of the Quirky Sisters from 4th street in Albany.  She's quirky, all right, obsessive and possessive and strange.  Still.

And she loves me.

Jenny is a funny girl, no trouble at all, very playful, not so feral anymore.

Slinko is Slinko, what can I say.  

If there were a vaccine trial going on close enough to me, for the coronavirus, I would volunteer.  Politicians won't solve the coronavirus and neither will the ridiculous armed conspiracy theory protesters.  Scientists will solve it, in the end.  A vaccine would be terrific.  I've always approached
cat situations by digging in and getting it done.  Not with big meetings or rant sessions or big funding campaigns, by just starting it and slugging on til its solved.   I don't appreciate the political posturing and rants about a dog gone virus, for gosh sakes.  I do appreciate the scientists trying to just get it done by developing treatments or vaccines.  So if I hear of a nearby vaccine trial, such as of the vaccine developed at Oxford, I would jump in.  Because its the quietest most efficient and fastest way to end this whole nightmare.