Today was Day 33 of the 2017 Fall pollen season. Nothing has really changed since yesterday. I am still exhausted, still fighting a sinus infection, and still waiting for my vision insurance to send me the card so I can use what I’ve been paying for.
The weather is changing and getting cooler. We don’t really get much seasonal change here in California. It’s subtle. Today I enjoyed my first Pumpkin Spice tea of the year in my Diablo III mug.
The pollen count today was 7.1, which isn’t ideal for me. There isn’t anything I can do about it, so I went on with life and focused my limited energy on getting some paid writing work done.
In between one piece of writing and another, I checked Google News and Twitter, in the hopes of finding out what the GOP is doing in the Senate. I want – no, I need – the newest version of “Trumpcare” to fail.
If you’re my age, you’ve already lived through what it was like before “Obamacare” and know first-hand what it is like to be unable to afford to see a doctor. Americans don’t want that kind of uncertainty on what truly is a life-or-death matter.
The season is starting to change. May the Fall winds blow away all forms of “Trumpcare”. Let the pages crinkle and crunch across the sidewalks like dried, decaying, leaves.