Rob woke me with the sad news yesterday. Oh, how I would have loved to stay in bed.
But, Bella needed to be let out. And Dottie needed her first, second, and third walks. I needed breakfast. I still needed to answer questions about the project I submitted on Tuesday and I needed to get that file to the data analyst. I needed to eat that spaghetti at lunch...maybe not all of it, but whatever. I needed to help some customers with problems. I needed to order a toaster while I can still afford it. I played the ukulele a lot. I played my whole songbook, including the dozen or so Christmas carols. I learned the strumming pattern for a new song. Until my fingers hurt. And then Rob needed supper. And, the dogs needed out. And, then it was bedtime again.
And then it was today and Bella needed to be let out.
The things I needed to do got me through the day.
I hope you're also finding a way to cope with the fact that 72 million of our fellow citizens voted for the right to be an asshole whenever and to whomever they choose.
I saw these tweets in the news that helped. A little bit anyway.
3 comments:
campaign promise #1 already in jeopardy so i wouldn't sound the death knell quite so soon...talk is cheap and both candidates guilty of saying lots that would never materialize...
Bake a cake..comfort food always helps a wee bit. Thanks for sharing. Mary
The necessaries got me through the day too, barely. An unexpected call in the evening had me chatting with a complete stranger (relatively--we're members of the same organization) for 30 minutes, which kicked me way out my bubble of non-communicative doom for a time, and I found I could laugh again, although just a little bit. I don't know if I'll ever know true joy again, but the thought of singing hasn't completely died within me. And last night I dreamed about making a colorful quilt!
I'll still be living with earplugs and headphones within reach (when not worn). It's the dread of what'll happen in 2 months that keeps my stomach churning. I'm hoping Joe and Kamala erect as many guardrails as possible before the dictator-elect slimes back into the People's House.
Carolyn in Pflugerville
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