I dunno. Maybe it's the weather. You know, while I recognize that catastrophic climate change is a lot bigger than just me, sometimes it feels like a personal attack. I mean, one of the ten thousand reasons I moved to New England was to get away from Louisiana summers, and they promptly followed me here.

I'm about reaching critical mass with my long-time friend who apparently no longer reads a word I say nor wants to interact with me in any way. I can't decide what to do next -- whether I should try outreach or just say "Welp, that was a fine thirty-plus-year friendship down the tubes, how about fuck you."

Realistically, I know I should try the first one, but it's awfully tempting to do the second.