the last unicycle class of the session was two sundays ago, and the last neuro-support circus class of the session was last thursday. they’re taking a break before starting a new session (this coming sunday). between those two times, i’ve got literally NOTHING to do except take the trash out on wednesday. 😒

this week is one of the few weeks where i’ve got a “holiday” every day of the week: today (monday, 250217) is the commemoration of the death of Giordano Bruno, in 1600, who was the guy that said “Truth does not change because it is, or is not, believed by a majority of the people.” tomorrow, tuesday 250218 is Fart Out Loud Day, wednesday 250219 is World Pangolin Day, thursday, 250220 is International Pipe Smoking Day, friday, 250221 is the anniversary of the day el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz (Malcolm X) was assassinated, in 1965, saturday, 250222 is World Sword Swallower’s Day, and sunday, 250223 is Robert Anton Wilson Day…

and i am doing only what i want to do until Robert Anton Wilson Day, which, potentially, includes working on the actual painting of timmy, which i have started, but not gotten very far with (and, while it will — hopefully — be a watercolour painting of timmy, it is, very likely, going to look NOTHING like the paint-by-number painting that i did, in spite of the fact that it’s using the same reference photo), and finishing the arrangement of Galizianer Tants, which i have started, but not gotten as far as i would like to have, by now. both of these things are, and continue to be unfinished, because i have been experiencing INTENSE political and social malaise and panic.

and moe is going to chicago in a month, in spite of the fact that #drumpf and Elmo Muskrat have been firing people who control air traffic at the FAA this week (among other atrocities), and a delta airlines flight to toronto crashed this morning — a month after the crash at ronald reagan airport in washington DC — which has only been adding to my already panicked brain. 😒