Meh. Everything's okay, Artie is here indoors with us, day job's gone back into an easy phase, things could be a lot worse.

But I'm in rough shape. It's been quiet here and Peg's been distracted by Dragonstyle maintenance so I've been kinda emotionally bottled up.

Had a little much news exposure and am a little fucked up over the state of the world. Feeling pretty dim prospects about us winning our next few cultural battles.

Still worried about Artie. Ruminating like crazy on all kinds of worst-case scenarios where we lose Artie or our neighbor turns out to be an asshole and calls the cops on us next time we have to retrieve her or something.

Meanwhile, I'm seeing on twitter that furries have gotten themselves wrapped up in 2-3 different culture war battles with conservatives. I'm down for it, but we did not need to have one more goddamn thing we love threatened. (Apparently we're finally the Concerned Parent moral panic du jour?)

I don't know. I'm tired and lonely and feeling horribly removed from everything I am right now. I just feel like a big drudge. I feel like we keep losing battles to protect beautiful things, and I keep losing faith in some of those beautiful things too. I could really use some hope or a good distraction or something.