Not Certain

 
Expressionism / Abraham Manievich/ Untitled

Hexagram 43 again.  Two days in a row.  Need to pay attention today.  

Spent a little time with Bessie the van yesterday.  Spent two days trickle charging the battery and she complained a bit when I cranked her over, but she is now up and running (took her to the beer store for resupply) and she seems happy.  I will have to take her into one of the parts stores and hook her up to their magical electrical diagnostic thingies to get a better idea why she drains so fast.  Truth be told, it is a long term habit that might not be fixable at a realistic price so accommodations will need be made.  Simple things.  Since I only want to use her for planned out and infrequent supply runs, the battery will be disconnected when not in use.  I will think about this today and report back the plan.

Screed:

Slowness still defines the workplace.  Frantic preparations for what just might not occur.  A low level panic for the unknown and the unexpected.  I think that the unexpected is what mentally damages us the most.

You see, we have become little walking statistical engines.  If you do X, you have a a good probability of this preferred outcome.  If you do Y, and X, why then, the past has taught us that you get this preferred outcome.  You see, we have traded our insecurity for statistics and figure if we link everything together just right, we will get the outcome that we wish.  

And now Rona has come through.  She has kinda tossed statistics out the door for a lot of us and rendered the statistics that they used to build their lives inoperable or even worse, wrong from the start.  The fact that this is hitting medicine is especially telling.  Because the model for medicine throughout the world seems to concentrate on a specific statistic:  Lifespan.  Nothing else seems to matter.  And despite all the protestations to the contrary, Rona seems to be a herd thinner, taking the old and the weak.