New genre. in A small but passable life.

  • June 18, 2025, 11:51 p.m.
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I’ve been reading a few space operas. But now I’ve stumbled into “eco-horror”. At first I thought it meant ecological horror, but soon realized it refers to economic horror. As in total meltdown of the global monetary system. The whole fiat system. The pyramid scam everything is built upon.

Interesting and a bit frightening.

Grandson turned three years old today.

I’ve been going to the pool every morning for a couple of hours of walking and flopping around. Usually home by 8am. The rest of the morning spent with a book on my lap. Then lunch and a good afternoon nap while the radio drones with NPR. Easy living.

Triple digit temps started a week or so ago. Supposed to be 116 tomorrow. 108 right now. 76.6 here in my shed right now. 78 in Mom’s trailer. Electric bill is averaged at $85 per month. Needless to say, I’m cool.

Anyway, never thought I’d be at a point in my life where I’m spending more for coffee than cannabis. Current price is $40 for a half ounce of 27% Indica. And that lasts me at least three months. Crazy times?


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