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.)

I have finally bought my two boxes of macarons for my birthday. One is open beside me and I'm delicately nibbling my way through it. I have also refreshed my supply of fancy cheese, so it's yummy ham and cheese for dinner. The person at the cheese counter said "No one's ever asked for a bigger piece of that cheese before, they always complain that the pieces are too big and expensive." "That," I said, "is because they eating little delicate pieces of it. I'm putting it on grilled ham and cheese sandwiches." "Oh," the cheese person sighed, "that sounds so good."

I also did my taxes today and I'm getting a four-figure refund. Fancy cheese is in my future. And maybe macarons on my Vegas vacation in July. Boy, Vegas is cheap when you go in high summer and are flying in from one state away.

I have also had that wistful dream about Clinton, except I'm sure it would lead to armed revolt.

I wistfully remember when I thought there would be an armed revolt back in November. Y'know, on account of her winning. Ah to be so young and hopeful again.

Who has two thumbs and just agreed to go to a Town Hall with Nancy Pelosi on the ACA?

JZ! Is also attending. You might want to coordinate.

I think it's a bit early to be thinking the Russia developments are going to lead anywhere. I'm pretty sure Sessions isn't going to investigate. I still think Congress investigating is kinda unlikely. I'm sure the administration is working hard to make sure everything is buried in agencies as soon as possible.

JZ! Is also attending. You might want to coordinate.

I do want. Thanks!