Subdued

Quiet and subdued, worn out and sore. Nothing specific, no worsening of the ole back, but preferring stillnesses and silences.

At least I have windows at work, and could look out at the dramatic clouds and bursts of pellet snow sweeping through much of the day. After the mildness of the winter, I am glad of the last whips of weather.

Growing up in Detroit, I knew snow could fall on the last day of school, in early June, as well as the first in late August. Rare, but possible, if only flurries. June could require a sweater, with cold mud underfoot. Boston reminded me how long winter could linger, and taught D for the first time. We are content and complain not of March storms.

I am cheered at the improvement of the health care insurance - before the whole system collapses. A nominal and flawed first step, but a beginning. Despite extreme and irrational opposition. I know what it is to be without health care, or a grossly inadequate system. It really is a big fucking deal. Like other social programs that made it possible for poor kids like me get through college and get professional jobs.

These are supposed to be the Ten Worst Jobs in Science, but most seem more or less interesting to me.