I hope to someday see this country become one in which the primary mode of entering the mental health system is not through the criminal justice system. Measures are being adopted, but we still have a long, long way to go.
Kudos to those who are working tirelessly to improve access to crisis care.
Oldest grandkid: Wait… we’re watching this and it’s happening in New York RIGHT NOW? On the OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD?!
Me: Well, it’s about a thousand miles away, in the northeast part of the US. Here, let me show you on the map.
OG: But we’re watching it and it’s happening RIGHT NOW?! HOW?!
Me: We’ve been able to broadcast things live for a long time now. You can even watch live cams from all over the world!
[Status: parade paused, now watching Giraffes in Namibia]
Got a notification that a big-ass invoice of mine has been submitted for payment, and I fist-pumped so enthusiastically that I injured my shoulder. Aging sucks.
The subject matter of the trial I’m booked to interpret this week is super heavy. I’m gonna need giggles, folks, and lots of ‘em.
So please send me your memes (with alt text for our friends who need it, please), your jokes, your huddled anecdotes. Send me your groaner puns that would make your dad beam with pride. Send me your zingers and your groaners. Send me silliness in spades, will ya?
Thanks in advance.
