...Chucking UDL Cans out the Window on the Way...

Some of the things I occasionally do when I'm having a bad day:

1. Pour a glass of wine.

2. Listen to music - occasionally combined with (1) above. My main go-to for cheering-up or rage-dissipation is The Beach Boys. It's very difficult to be sad or in a bad mood when you listen to them.

3. Yoga.

4. Meditation exercises.

5. Rant to a girlfriend.

6. Rant to my husband.

What I wouldn't dream of doing if I'm having a bad day:

Kick the legs of a teenager (whose hands are behind his back) out from under him so he falls, and with hands bound has no means of breaking fall, and thus lands on his face. This is why I'm calling bullshit on the NSW Police Commish's claim that the police officer who did that to the young man who supposedly mouthed off at him was having a bad day. Yes, being sworn at is offensive. It doesn't warrant those actions. If a cop can't handle a mouthy teenager, then get out of the profession. High school teachers have to put up with obnoxious teenagers all the time, and to my knowledge, this isn't a recommended method of handling flaming youth.

It's hard not to have bad days lately. The world appears to be going to Hell in a souped-up Torana without a muffler, and chucking empty UDL cans and lit cigarette butts out the window on the way. It's impossible to look at a newsfeed without inwardly groaning; What now? The orange Bunker Boy, after protesters are tear-gassed to facilitate their removal from his path, has to have a photo op in front of a church, holding a Bible. This is as sickening as a platter of pus sandwiches. And am I alone in having concerns for the welfare of his wife? I have never seen a woman looking as uptight and wishing she was elsewhere as Melania Trump looks in almost every piece of footage lately. What's the bet that as soon as his presidency has expired (hopefully this November), she files for divorce? And who'd blame her? She's married to the most woefully underqualified imbecile ever to hold that office. He's a man who makes Dubya looks like a genius.

On the bright side, I've been doing some study and learning about quantitative literacy, and I'm rather enjoying it.

Think I'll tune into Stan now. I've been watching I'm Dying Up Here, which is a very entertaining series about people trying to crack the comedy scene in the early Seventies. Despite the subject matter, it is not a comedy. The characters and scripts are excellent, and I'd like to see some clever scriptwriting, rather than Trump's infantile Tweet-writing, just now.