All that my brain will allow

Man, January 6th was a really fucked up day! I found out that morning that my mom has breast cancer. Since I'm concentrating on the events of January 6th, I'll talk more about that later. Being a third shifter, I went to bed and slept through the day. When I got up, I had two messages. One was from a friend saying that protesters had infiltrated the Capitol. That message was from 3:11 p.m., so the drama had died down by the time I got up. The other message was from a friend/ex-coworker saying that one of our mutual friends/ex-coworkers had passed away. He was one of my favorite ex-coworkers, and I was really hoping to meet up with him for coffee after the Pandemic blows over. He was in his mid-sixties. We used to talk about music a lot, including his time working in radio. I found out two nights later that he died from Covid-19. It absolutely infuriates me that a lot of people aren't taking Covid seriously, especially people who got it and came out of it fine. I'm still having a hard time believing he's gone.

The good news about my mom's breast cancer is that they found it really early. She's going to have a mastectomy, and won't be needing chemo or radiation.

I was hoping work would slow down, but it hasn't. It hasn't helped that night shift is still severely understaffed. We'll all be going back to day shift starting this Monday. I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally tired. I've been doing this blog for over ten years now, and looking for another career has been a running theme. You would think that my current predicament would motivate someone to look for another job or career, but seriously, all I want to do after work is watch some tv and sleep. Hell, I was hoping to add some more to this entry, maybe even talk about music some, but I've come up with all that my brain will allow at this time.