Once the word gets out that the weather here is tolerable, people will come surging up the Alcan. I will then head to Siberia, which will be like this place is now.
The change in the weather patterns is due to climate change. There is no doubt about it. Pretty soon, living on this planet is going to be like living in a toaster. And this is happening way faster than any of us could ever have previously imagined. People are now dealing with record temperatures. And fires – California is a tinder box.
It is interesting in that we are fucking up this planet and that this is going to lead to its death, but we can’t figure out how to rectify the problem. It seems that none of us agree on anything. We are intelligent creatures but lack foresight.
And there are those, some in positions of power, who deny that climate change is happening. Today, for example, the criteria for emission standards in vehicles was lowered. What gives? This is truly insane.
All these thoughts were going through my mind today as I was cleaning up the place. Cleaning inside is an onerous task at best – but best to do it on a rainy day. I also have the clinic coming up, and then visitors, so I had to prioritize and schedule today and tomorrow for the work at hand.
Books, papers, pens, little pieces of paper, more books, more papers, more pieces of paper – everything in its place and every place in its thing. I also cleaned up the goat shed and the chicken pen. I let the chickens out of their pen; they hung out for a while and then went back inside. The goats came out but saw it was raining and then went back in their shed.
What a pain in the wazoo. If I was rich, I might be able to hire someone to do this for me.
Finally, I did get Tyra out, walked her down the road and walked her home. She is thrilled to now be a riding horse. We have fingers and hooves crossed that tomorrow the sun will be shining.
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