so tired

I was heading out this morning and couldn't find my nice winter hat. I searched downstairs and upstairs multiple times, even checking the front porch, but I couldn't find it. I couldn't remember when I took it off after the last time I returned home, then... oh... that must mean... right! I checked behind my pillow in bed, and there it was. I was so exhausted yesterday that I laid down for a nap fully clothed, and my hat fell off while I was sleeping.

I should buy an extra one as an easy-to-find spare, if I'm ever in a rush to get out the door. I should also buy a neon pink extra-extra-large shirt too, something that I can wear over my winter gear for easy visibility. Just something that screams, "I'm not ICE, even though I'm a white guy in puffy gear." I saw people this morning with traditional yellow vests, but that's a little too generic for my tastes, I think. This moment seems to require just a little bit more.

Here's a local news story about an ICE event that happened 2-3 blocks from my house yesterday. The article is very short on any meaningful details, but at least it's a record that it happened.

There's more local dystopia than appears in the news. I don't mean the event above. I hope historians accurately capture all of it after the immediate dangers are past.