The weather is changing, but I have doubts that it will stay.
With climate change, the earth is warming. Hot temperature last longer into the autumn,
and leaves keep their chlorophyll shade until November.
Gone seem to be the chilly, golden days of September.
But today, it is cool, and I am basking in this small promise of autumn.
We are still enduring the covid-19 pandemic.
I'm not sure how this will impact my favorite time and seasons, but I don't think we'll be seeing much of family this year. I can't help but think of those who are aging and how terrible it must be to be quarantined, living your last year or two inside and away from loved ones.
Of course, there are a lot of young people (and older, really) who are either pretending they don't believe in it, actually don't believe in it (I don't know how you can just not "believe in" a fucking disease but, you know), or just don't think it's a big enough deal to follow scientific advice and evidence.
It seems it will never end. My heart has been heavy with a feeling of impending doom. I long for the days of ignorant blissful youth.
With the changing season has come some work change.
I have stepped down from my role as a full time animal care technician at the SPCA. Between the pandemic protocols and what I consider to be gross mistreatment and lack of support of our department, it became far too much for my mental health and well being. The move is bittersweet. I enjoy the actual work, but it's become dreadfully clear that we are not valued in the kennels department and I am too old and worth too much to subject myself to such an unjust system.
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