Excellent news, Laura! And yes, bask in the successes--they make the struggles worthwhile.

That is truly fantastic!

I went and protested DeVos. Almost all the protestors were women. And, from what I could see, the majority of the people driving by who honked or waved or gave us thumbs up were also women. I'd say at least half the cars that drove by gave some sort of approval sign. A few people brought their kids to protest, too. We might have gotten on the local news. We set up at a few places around the square, where people driving by could see us. When I introduced myself to the woman that I was standing with, her eyes got all wide and she told me I have a great name.

Good work, Hil!

I am so mad about DeVos. I don't even know why this has been the straw that knocked me over, I knew there was a real good chance she'd get confirmed.

I always hope for sanity to prevail, Zen. It leads to rage and disappointment, but I still have to hope things change.

BUFFISTA SUPERPAC. We start a Kickstarter, buy us a Senator, and install ourselves in positions we're unqualified for!

I'm not qualified for ANYTHING! This will be great!

The memorial service for our friend who died last week is tonight, and it's also my improv class night, and I chose class. I have very very few mental-health spoons in general right now, and this is a memorial service among the kink-friendly friend group, and it's going to be a large event, and too many of those people are emotionally draining at a casual dinner, so I can't even imagine what they'll be like at a memorial service, and they'll all want to HUG* and I might fucking punch someone if they tried to hug me -- THAT is how few mental-health spoons I have right now.

*(To be clear, their grief is real, and people are gonna express it in lots of different ways, and those are generally within the boundaries of accepted expressions of grief. I have zero quarrel with them grieving for our friend. *I* am the one who can't handle being around their grief, and can't handle people who are going to need hugs.)

Also, I missed class last week because my cold was so bad, so I didn't want to miss tonight. But honestly, I chose class because it's the only thing I have spoons for. Tim went to the memorial with a card that I wrote for his girlfriend, and he's totally fine with me not going. I feel a small amount of guilt, but I *actually* mostly feel guilt for NOT feeling guiltier about not going.

But...no. I don't have it in me right now.

I think class is the right way to go, Teppy.