Thirteen

Writing early today. I probably ought to get some coffee, but I’m not quite ready yet.

I did fall asleep at a rather-reasonable time last night. There wasn’t really anything going on with my normal Friday night get-togethers.

I woke up after about 90 minutes of sleep because I had a weird fucking dream.

Society where you have to live within certain regulations regarding efficacy for homes and cars. People in about the lower four-fifths of the income scale couldn’t possibly meet the regulations.

People in the top caste(s) could sell their stuff down to lower tiers, but by the time things filtered down, they were basically unusable.

I’m not going to go on my full-spiel about it, but this is really the sort of thing that’s going on.

You pollute by keeping your old shit. You can’t afford the new, approved shit. That makes you a bad person.

Only the people in the upper levels are good people, and that gives them authority to do pretty much whatever they want to people below them.

I could really head down a rabbit hole on this, but I don’t feel like getting into it too much. Especially before coffee.

So on to prompt….

If you could grant your wife 3 wishes what would they be? (T2K)

  1. A house near where she’d like to live.
  2. Enough money so that she doesn’t have to work anymore.
  3. A vacation with nothing to do.

So that’s a few things. We’ve been just going seemingly non-stop for just short of a decade now.

I have to be careful, however, because I worry that the last one is really more what I might want. *shrug*