bike rides in weird warm february

I’ve gone on 3 bike rides this week. Nothing major — each about an hour, a 13 mile loop through Griffith Park. The hard part being the 1300 foot climb to the Griffith Observatory. Once I get up there it’s all down hill. I saw a giant ass raccoon scrambling through Mandy Moore’s garbage. What else? I’m working on a Saturday. In 10 minutes I have a 2 hour class that I am not a fan of. For some reason the school thinks the answer to our students zoom fatigue is more zoom meetings. Mmmm. These are formatted like an AMA on the topic of screenwriting. So it’s not like I have to prepare anything. I expect maybe 5 of 25 students will show up. Some well intentioned ideas need to be taken out to the drowning barrel behind the woodshed.

We got our emails saying we’re officially next in line to get vaccinated starting March 1. My mom has had both doses of hers so once I’m fully vaccinated I plan to go visit her. It’s been just over a year since I last saw her. I remember on the flight some people were wearing masks. I thought, “well that’s a bit alarmist!” I even kept going to the gym for weeks after everyone else stopped. In my defense, the gym was a ghost town so my chances of getting covid then were pretty low. Now I’ll never go to that gym again since they’ve gone bankrupt and closed their doors.

500,000 dead. Highest death toll of any other country on earth. And yet we dare not place blame on the orange head where it ought to rest. Fully 30% of Americans are living in Jonestown and refuse to open their eyes. What is to become of us?