Do Not in Any Sense Roll in that Dead Rat–If You Please

So this is how my day is going: First, when I took the dogs on a walk, I was admiring the scenery and then my gaze fell on a really large dead rat with its head in a classic, right-out-of-cartoons rodent trap, lying near a trash can in the street, its neck snapped but its remains fairly fresh. My dogs immediately tried to investigate it, eager to smell it, roll in it, and pick up plague-bearing fleas from its corpse. I held them back but the picture of it keeps reasserting in my mind.

Then I got home and the only mail was a letter from “Smart Cremation” telling me to prepare my “final wishes”, as they put it, in advance, through their cremation service, some data-sharing firm apparently having informed them that I’m over 60 now. It’s like, “You’re on your way out, being over sixty, why not plan for your DEATH right now?”…

Then on facebook I find myself arguing with libertarians again, which is like riding a merry go round run by a psychotic who makes it go faster and faster…on its way to nowhere. He shouts at me jeeringly when I finally jump off…

I’m going to go get some work down now, and work on my novel outline–that’s the only thing that makes me feel better at such a time.

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