Couldn’t write a thing for a few days thanks to my shingles vaccine. The microchip doesn’t play well with the Covid version apparently 😉

But I felt well enough today to write another one of those drafts that sits in the app, 90 percent done waiting until it’s just right or chickening out. I don’t want to be seen as someone I’m not, but I have thoughts. So I write drafts…

I’ve seen some signs that more people are craving the real, the sincere. Maybe I can get in on that early and catch the wave.

Still it’s risky to be sincere on the Internet, especially when you’re between tribes like I am, trying to grow and stay out of boxes.

I have some sincerity lined up for tomorrow. Maybe folks will be charitable with me. I’m going to talk about being a progressive in a MAGA state, and why I saw it coming.

I don’t have any answers, but I know that we’re not going to get anywhere if we can’t talk. So tomorrow I talk.

The Internet feels like End Stage Tower of Babel these days. Even when you think you share a language, you don’t.

Maybe it won’t stay that way. Maybe people will take me as sincere and return the favor. Like I said, rays of hope.

Still I better give that draft another once-over in the morning.