Wait on the Thunder Sky

I got a message from Colleen noting that things had gotten out of hand (again) with Jared and that's why she was moving. That being a lot to take in at 6 am, and knowing she's not on FB very much, I tucked it away to respond to later. On the one hand, it does confirm that they're on friendly terms or were maybe even living together? But like, as fun as it would be for him to get arrested, I'd consider that cheating in our vicious, existence-wide competition. And I'm not going to put Colleen in the same position I was in. She doesn't have to choose between us. I had a Marco Polo from Christina with a weather report from her seas. Her mom is not doing so great, but she thought she was going to lose her last year, so every day is a victory. I know the feeling. She's also struggling with tribal connections. I guess the culture there is just very different. I got a really strong vibe that life has been pretty awful to her, but it hadn't been as bad as it could have, so she's weathering. Brad loves his job, though it's just the latest in a list of jobs he's had since he got there. He goes with police on calls to deescalate and handle anything that should really be done by social workers anyway.

Since I had my teaching session with Sinai at 8:30, I held off on NOAs for a bit so I could show the process to her. But at 8:30, there was no sign of her. I emailed her a couple times with the link but never heard back. Stayed on camera until almost 10. I didn't want to go above her in case she was playing hooky or something so I just closed out of it. Caught between 40 hour weeks being standard/required for benefits and budgetary abilities as a state-funded organization, I don't think many people would mind if our 40 hours each week weren't really 40. Tim called on my lunch break, and I guess the marina wants to meet with him on Thursday. He asked about Colleen because she'd messaged him as well and it helped me parse how best to respond to her. It was another crazy productive day, and I verged on swooping back and helping other claims digits instead of moving ahead with mine but I reminded myself that I need to wait until I'm done with my work first.

I happened on some post about the possibility of vegans who "don't give a fuck about animals." A few people were actually mocking the people who couldn't fathom them but of course, could not themselves come up with any examples. Lots of people shifting to a vegan diet, but not a vegan lifestyle. Some guy said he had a friend who went fully vegan because it was just "weird" to use animal ingredients. Not bad at all, just "weird." On the one hand, I agree that it is, but that in itself is rooted in compassion for them. I figured it out as I went, literally. A lot of things in logic are things that you've got a natural, if dim, view of, but actually learning about them lights up the rest. In short, even if you're vegan because it's weird not to be, that's still rooted in disapproval of the animal industry. The omnipresence of animal products necessarily limits the number of vegan products, so unless she *loves* having to give up entire classes of food and read every ingredient label she even considers buying, she must disapprove of the industry. He tried a Loaded Question for Proving a Negative, and when I pointed that out, got several notifications he'd responded. Every time I went to look, they were gone, so I guess he was changing his mind or something.

Lady Miss Friday pulled me away from the computer after work, but it's just like having gills and lungs. Ducky to use either, just have to shift systems. I'd been really struggling to keep my journal up to date because I find that the closer to temporally concurrent I am, the more introspection and parsing I can accomplish. Plus more details and a better recollection, and if I don't keep it current, it devolves into To-Do List for the day. When I did message Colleen back, I thought it was appropriately balanced. Great, she's happy about the move but it seems a little off that it was apparently her responsibility to escape being assaulted.