Berberis' World

Tomorrow. 60 is only a number. None of the others that ended in zero caused such discombobulation, so why should 60?

Well, it’s the first time I’ve taken the day off work. Actually, I’ve taken the whole week off – I wouldn’t be writing this if I hadn’t. (The last entry was 5 years ago, and there are so many updates in the offing that it may be another 5 years before the next entry). To be honest, there is part of me which wants to celebrate, make it an event, mark it in some way. I’m just not sure that it’s a big enough part to make me want to make the effort.

And yet. There is SO MUCH that is shit in this world – no, in this country – that is conspiring to beat us down, make us feel powerless, that not celebrating seems like just another way of giving in to it. The current government – lying, corrupt, arrogant, unaware and unfettered by any and all criticism – continues to flaunt its lies, its corruption, and its arrogance as the price that the rest of us (i.e. anyone who isn’t one of them) have to keep paying for the ever-shrinking carrot at the end of the ever-lengthening stick.

And no, it’s not small because it’s far away, it’s small because the those with wealth – more than they could possibly ever spend in their entire lifetimes – want even more. Worse than that, they truly think that they are entitled to more. It is unbelievably depressing.

My stress monitor is telling me to pay attention.

Have rearranged the books. It’s not really helped.