My son’s last day of Chemotherapy was yesterday. Cheers to amazing nurses and physicians. Breathing a little easier today.

It's cold, furnace ain't working right, MAGA probably still wants me dead (Autistic Latino) and I'm broke until payday

But hey it's the weekend and I can spend it with family and forget the troubles for a bit

Except the cold, fuck the cold

Our President posted a picture of himself in a crown, with the caption "long live the king" from an official government account and we all just went along like it wasn't a red flag the size of Chy-na. So, pretty fucking terrified and confused, if I'm honest.

Honestly seems like exactly the kind of thing our second amendment was created for. Only he's not a monarch, he was elected, and still has a huge faction of moronic supporters somehow.

I've had a very, very American week.

It's been shockingly cold (15-ish, but in Texas so that's a life-threatening emergency), but all the money I've put into repairs and replacements of house stuff has kept me from completely freezing, just a little frostbitten.

...At least, until tomorrow, when everything should thaw and I find out how many plumbing repairs are going to be required due to burst pipes/broken faucets/etc.

And my LGS got all of my new guns in as a single shipment which they didn't expect, so that happened a few weeks earlier than expected. Now to spend an infinite amount of money on ammo, accessories, and sundries.

I've also got all the chicken coop and planter beds lumber and assorted other hardware sitting in the back yard waiting for a time wherein I won't freeze to death to build them. Should be big enough for 4 hens, which means I fully expect to be a millionaire by July.

I need to get some potato and carrot and onion seeds (yes I know, potato seeds aren't really seeds) for the raised beds. I've decided I'm going to scale way back and just do some basic root vegetables instead of my more ambition leafy vegetables and fruits and herbs plan, because I just plain don't think I have room to grow enough of that to matter.

And I have my MSF course scheduled in two weeks, so assuming I don't completely flop, I'll be legally allowed to smear my entrails across the highway via an oopsie on a motorcycle.

Confusing. I work for the government and we keep getting weird notices and contradictory updates that threaten everyones job.

Stressful.

Every American I work with is stressed. Non-Americans are fine.

Cold. It has been cold lol.

We've been dealing with the weather, and chicken drama of one kind or another all week long.

The weather has been cold enough that the birds can't be guaranteed to be safe and healthy outside, which means that the pet hen isn't the only one to come in at night. The rooster does too.

But, now we've got this volunteer hen, and if the rooster can't stay outside all night, neither can she because a single chicken can't produce enough heat to keep safe in a coop, and the rooster refuses to sleep in the coop anyway.

So, we have to herd this half feral hen onto the porch and into a spare crate we borrowed. Which was an extra pain last night because another rooster paid us a visit and had to be caught and shoved in a pet carrier so it could neither get killed by our rooster, or harass the hens while we took care of everything for the night.

Chicken drama is, however, the best kind of drama to be having, if you're having any at all