Heat

This post is tragically late. I've been trying to write it for, well, all day. Longer, I started trying to write it last night. It is one hundred and five degrees outside and climbing ever closer to that within. My laptop radiates heat like a convection oven. The cat is sprawled as flat as possible on the floor. The floor is starting to feel warm. My thoughts are sluggish, my browser looks like an abstract painting, and hours go... somewhere. It's like the heat has made me forget how to be conscious.

A few items from my ideas file:

• different methods for social change including both tearing things down and building things back up and how both are needed--different paths to advocacy. the first step to fixing a problem is defining it but solutions are equally needed--two sides of the same coin
• disability perception and the implicit association psych test
• federal funding--where does the money for autism research really go, topic wise? [while this would make a fantastic post, requires a ridiculous number of hours of research]
• barriers to diagnosis for adults
• speaking out and being labeled a "difficult client" for it--self-advocacy and rebellion

I usually wait until something comes through the feeds that relates to an idea. Then I have an "excuse" to write about it, a tie, an association, a trigger, a connection. This is RIGHT NOW RIGHT HERE RIGHT REAL. Not just my idea, our idea, the world's idea.

But right now, no. No idea. Just heat.