I laughed it off when a friend of mine told me last week was going to be rough, but she was right.
The football game yesterday was a welcome distraction.
I busied myself for a lot of today in my study. I cleaned drawers and cabinets out, producing most of a tall kitchen bag of trash. I caught up on some archives. I’m not sure how therapeutic it was, for whenever I encountered anything but the simplest problem of organization, it pissed me off. (Those are usually little challenges I relish.)
I would like to feel the optimism that Mr. Obama’s fervent supporters feel. My realistic expectations top out in the vicinity of weary resignation. The biggest blessing in the aftermath so far is that no one with whom I am personally acquainted is cramming rainbows down my throat. Whether this is an accident or the product of considered restraint, it is appreciated.
I’m ready to not write about politics for a while. (Actually it’s more like I think I shouldn’t.) Whatever happens, we still have to get up, work hard, and love our babies. Maybe I’ll see what I can shake from a renewed emphasis on said basics, and blog about that.
(Or I could make it Naked Skank Week. Just say the word.)