Hell, in case you hadn’t already guessed, I chose this mix for the accompanying photo. That and because I don’t know what Ketapop is, and I’m not going to look it up, by the way. We’re just going to run with this mix. Mostly for the photo, but for the chill vibe too. It’s about as much as I can handle on a rainy Monday morning. I’m not complaining about the rain either. It seems like a while since the rain has just settled in, and not come in wild, violent stormbursts. This is just mellow rain. It was just starting as I was getting off the train last night around 10 and has drizzled along steadily since about midnight. I wouldn’t mind if it continued all day. It’s chill like the music.

Ketapop… not Ketopop. about 100bpm. It’s mellow. Now don’t get it twisted. It’s not that I feel mellow. I’m the same ball of nerves that I am on any given Monday morning. the music is calming though and I know how to self-soothe. It’s all good.

Anyway.

Another Monday morning. The weekend was okay enough. No tears about that. No tears. Just now it’s time to start another work week. There is plenty to do. Too much actually and I’m actually carrying the weight for two people. There is one other person in the company that does what I do but he’s about as useless as tits on a bull. There isn’t much going on there, nor any desire in him to do more. He piggybacks on other peoples’ work. He collects the low-hanging fruit, and he’s not even particularly ambitious with that. I’m not quite sure what that’s about. There is definitely money to be made but apparently he doesn’t need it all that much. It’s frustrating and not just a little confounding. He’s also cutting into my work, so… well, fuck that. I could spend the whole day sweating that or I could just focus on getting shit done. It’s about getting shit done.

Getting shit done.

Yup.

Stuck in the middle of World War III still. It’s weird to wake up every morning and pretend everything is okay, and fairly, it is okay with me personally. It’s never been so okay. It’s so smooth compared to any other part of my life that it’s almost unsettling. But it’s like I just got my own shit together in time to wake up, look around and realize that everything is pretty well bollixed.

Well, this is an interesting development.

But I wake up every day and act as if anything horrible couldn’t happen at any moment. And there would be no surprise if a giant alien spaceship appeared in the sky, or anything else outlandish and bizarre. Nothing is unlikely. Anything and everything is likely. We are in strange times, but I feel okay.

I’m not unhappy. Not in the slightest. I can put on Ketapop or whatever this is, and I’m right in step with the slow, steady beat. Everything is okay. But it’s not. I’m okay.

Crazy, right?