Locked, not loaded...

I had a day where I could not figure out what to do. Write? Read? Watch a movie? I did manage to get my laundry done...but my time's been spent checking on people I know in LA, concerned about the fires.

One family did have to evacuate from Altadena, but think their house is still standing. Another is under a warning, thanks to the Palisades fire. And a friend lost an elderly friend to the Eaton fire. They think the alarm came while he was asleep and had his hearing aids out...and, hopefully, never woke up. Everyone else is okay.

But I am so filled with rage, reading the claims and comments on social media about the fires. MAGAt beasts laying blame on Democrats. Saying it's God's punishment. Felon#47 pissing all over Governor Newsom and actually telling people looting has been made legal! I had to back away and let myself calm down, a little.

Jesus Christ, people can be such scum. I'm still angry about it, and this may get me to dump Xitter, completely. The vile creatures crawling around on it make cockroaches seem like the purest of beings.

So I bounced back and around. Got my BP down to 145 over 93. Not good but better.

I've never much liked humanity. Some of the things that have happened to me made me leery of people. I enjoy being alone. I have a few close friends and some acquaintances, and want no more than that. Even family is better off elsewhere.

I've always known I'm more of an introvert...even when I'm writing. To me, it's amazing I've put out some of the books I have, considering how far they went.

I put my name on them as a matter of pride in the fact I was able to write them. But I barely publicize them. It's a struggle to tell people about them. I don't want to be known...

And that's why I am where I am, today. I just don't want to be known, because it might mean I'll get bothered by people.

I'm feeling very Greta Garbo, right now.