In my experience, muscle soreness is always worse the second day after the exertion. My experience holds.

Surprisingly, my biceps hurt more than anything else, as in, they're the only thing that hurts! And I thought they were the ones in best shape! Oy!

I'm still sore about the self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head the nation experienced on Tuesday too.

But I'm doing fairly well avoiding the news. Plenty of it shows up in the blogs I follow, and texts from people I know. Again, there's nothing I can do about it and so there's little reason to know about it. So call me a "know-nothing," I don't care. Knowing something doesn't seem to help.

I need to dig into Sequoia's settings to figure out how to turn off this new "window management" thing. I'm sliding windows around to do something I want, and they take on a life of their own, jumping here and there and expanding. It's infuriating. Fuck Apple! God damn it! Just fix broken shit! There's plenty of that!

Mitzi's beginning to enter the "concepts of a plan" phase. She's talking about not buying all new furniture again, so a storage unit is in our future while we figure out where we're actually going to land.

I'm letting her go at her own pace. Right now she's leaning toward finding another place up there and selling the one she already owns. I'm not in favor of that. I'd rather build on the two acres we've got. I like the location, the view and, so far, the neighbors don't scare me. But I might change my mind if she finds the right place. I'll have more of a say then because I'll have my stake in this place to work with. I think next summer is going to be a scouting and reconnaissance mission to establish the final objective.

Then the real planning will begin.

I hate moving. It's a pain in the ass. But it's less of a pain in the ass than losing all the furniture and dealing with the bureaucracy of "recovery."

Last night, during a small bout of insomnia, I kind of went over the risk assessment again. "Low-probability, high-impact." Significant cost to moving. May never have an extreme weather event that puts us in a "recovery" phase with thousands of other people.

That's the key thing. There are a lot of low-probability, high-impact events that can happen to us individually, anywhere. Those are the things we insure against, and if they happen we're dealing with our insurance company, some contractors and maybe the county.

In a (un)natural disaster, we may be among thousands of people impacted by the event. And while there may be more financial resources available, everything takes longer, is more bureaucratic. How do you vet your contractor? How do you guard against fraud? Do we live in New York and try to manage recovery remotely? How does that work? Where do we find temporary housing locally, with thousands of people looking for the same thing?

Then there's our age, our stage of life. Maybe nothing happens here for ten years. Then something does when we're in our late 70s. Or later. How are we prepared to cope with that situation at that stage of our lives? I'd have my kids relatively nearby to help, but they may be coping with the effects of the same event! How much assistance can they really be?

No, Florida is too vulnerable to large scale natural disasters. Every part of Florida is.

Concluded moving is the right thing to do. The sooner the better. Plus, this state is just awful, politically. Not just the ideology, or the cruelty. It's the incompetence. Again, gerrymandering guarantees you are going to get more extreme politicians, not necessarily more competent ones. Florida has been, and will be, made more vulnerable because of legislative stupidity. It's not going to cure itself.

Assessment affirmed.

Went back to sleep.

Originally posted at Nice Marmot 07:36 Saturday, 9 November 2024