Oh and Happy Pride

About 4 hours of sleep again.

Sigh.

(This post written while trying to center and worship. If one is not present with video on but is present in the Zoom and even with an avatar, does that count?)

(Part of this post also written with bad eyes and no screen reader. Excruciating detail about what that means available upon request.)

(Further blindness tourism available about one of peculiarities of Zoom plus screen reader. I can move finger around on my iPad. It would be yucky gross weird to physically stick fingers in people's eyes but if I tap on their faces on the screen, the screen reader tells me who Zoom thinks they are. Very cool.

No back to sleep matters. Not really a good schedule option.

In the category of blindness tourism: one email list is full of info about prosthetic eyes. Just Wow. Another info stream: blind parents and transportation issues: car seats and Uber and climate change and ...

In the category of Blindness tourism and shit people with worse vision wouldn't even try.
Dinner at Taco Time. Ordered by app, picked up on foot in the drive through. Rampant 3carownervirus as reflected in design of infrastructure and service delivery

The Saturday night blind people chat was richer than sometimes. A lawyer talking about Supreme court ruling about Civil Rights act applying in the workplace to gay people because of discrimination based on sex. Pivoted to why ERA might actually not be helpful for women. Discussion reminded me both why I have thought of going to law school and why there is NO WAY...

After that, run to grocery outlet and then chat with Mom: Mom watched The Queen and we talked about Helen Mirren playing her sovereign. It was cool to engage at that level with Mom. We do not do that very much for one thing because there is still so much to duck. Speaking of which maybe it is tacky but Mom will want to know what I want for my birthday

Did I make it to bed without snacking? NO!  Dove triple chocolate gelatto bar AND saltines. Before tucking into sunday crossword puzzle.

The talking book reader did its thing though it was weird to wake up at some point and decide to turn it back on for another 15 minutes. of which I of course absorbed exactly ZERO content.

Yes there was a crossword puzzle involved and yes maybe if I had left the last two letters overnight I would have solved it my own self int he morning, but I was too obsessed.

I do not think drugs would help. In fact, the openings that come when one tries to center down, even when it is freaking obvious one should GO TO BED and / or try to decide whether slight deviations from average mean I should march down and demand a COVID test now or just wait until August when I get not only to have a colonoscopy but a COVID test before hand.

Going back to bed was not really an option cue whole fractal reflection on Sunday worship and schedule and banquet of options and blind prayer warriors and...

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