I saw this coming maybe two years ago and tried to tell people but only very few heard me. Even fewer were in a position to do something about it. So I sat here and hopelessly waited for this day, knowing that CFIDS was preventing me from emailing those who WERE in positions to do something about it, and worse, preventing me from taking an active, physical part in rallies that garnered signatures.
I believe there is no hopelessness worse than seeing the train coming at full speed and knowing you can’t move your disability off the track in time.
So, because I’m so politically vocal on Bookface, where I was hoping to open some eyes, I’m now expecting to be “censored” permanently. Which means most of my family will have to follow me to MeWe or hope another family member will share my phone number so we can keep in contact.
I’m just trying very hard not to see what’s coming my way... I need to get get to AR. Period. Before my travel is restricted. Communism is here.
Vlad is working on the cornbread. We’re using a flat pan instead of the muffin tins and multiplying the package recipe by 1-1/3, because that’s how much cornmeal mix was left.
The cornbread turned out pretty well. I’m not 100% sure it’s cooked all the way through, but we’ll find out when it’s cool. At least it didn’t set the fire alarm off.