Yay, vacation! I just finished a three-skein wrap I've been knitting for over a year, it'll be perfect for spring time wear. No current knitting projects, back to beadwork!

It baffles my mind that there was ample time and resources to have 184635183 hearings on Benghazi but Russia interfering in our election with the possible support of the Trump campaign doesn't warrant ONE?

Sigh. I was so excited for a Clinton presidency; I think I'm still living a little in denial somewhere.

Also, I actually took the few minutes longer route walking to the grocery store today because the most direct route takes me ride alongside Trump National Doral. NO THANK YOU BYE.

Also, I actually took the few minutes longer route walking to the grocery store today because the most direct route takes me ride alongside Trump National Doral. NO THANK YOU BYE.

There is a Trump golf club in between my house and a very useful state highway, and I almost always take the long way around in order to avoid looking at it.

Timelies all!

Mr. S is playing his favorite game, throwing things.

OMG, my mother got me very fancy chocolate for Valentine's Day, and it so fucking good. There is a real difference! (Although she also said it was so expensive she thought it might be a sin.)

Sheryl, that's ltc's favorite game too! Too bad we don't live near each other. They could throw things together and we could hang out!

Sigh. I was so excited for a Clinton presidency; I think I'm still living a little in denial somewhere.

It makes me want to join Mr. S and ltc in the throwing things game. In particular it makes me want to throw things every time the television mentions polls. I don't think I will ever trust another poll ever. They helped create this world where I didn't think it was even remotely possible that I wouldn't have President Clinton. It is still unfathomable to me.

Mr. S is playing his favorite game, throwing things.

Also Percy the Emo Cat's favorite game. I think I'd like to throw things too.

A coworker quit that I considered a friend. Friend knows that it's my job to empty her recycling. When I dumped it into the larger paper bin I saw a familiar photo. One a local photographer took of my mothers garden that she turned into cards and gave a few to my mother. So I pop it open and see that it's my mom's thank you card to the staff for their sympathy over my brothers death. Now I know we accumulate shit and have our own preferences over what we keep and how long it lingers, and quitting a job means cutting a lot of ties and mementos for our own sanity. But a part of me can't let go of "I'm the one who empties her recycling and would see this". Chris being dead doesn't really hurt, but that felt like a slap. I wished she'd had the foresight to put it in the shredder so I'd never known she'd had the card and then gotten rid of it.

Maybe I should just be grateful that she'd been the one out of everyone to have kept it.

I told Tim that my secret dream is that the results of the election will be invalidated and Clinton will become POTUS*. And then I said "Imagine it: when you come home from work, the only conversations we'll have to have will be things like 'Hey, the dog ate his whole dinner tonight!' and 'I got tickets for Guardians of the Galaxy!' and we won't have to talk about a single political atrocity!"

And Tim said, "No, the conversations will be 'Hey, did you hear how Clinton totally OWNED Congress?' "

Me: "Isn't all this reproductive freedom wonderful? And all the girls getting STEM educations? And the rising wages?"

*(Yes, I know it can't happen, so no one needs to explain that. It's just my secret dream, is all.)