'Shells'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The TVs in the various meeting rooms were all turned to the Inauguration so I got glimpses as I went about my work. The longest I could watch was actually Trump departing the WH, which was sufficiently satisfying. What a dumpster fire of an executive branch that was.
The only good thing I can imagine coming out of this is that we can use it as a Dread Example whenever somebody says something along the lines of "How bad could [Candidate X] be anyway?"
My sister was supposed to get her first shot a week ago this past Monday, but they didn't have enough vaccine.
NEWSFLASH: I ordered way too much food. Tasty, though. And will be good cold, I'm sure.
I have slightly weird tasting homemade Inauguration Brownies at the moment. I kind of want to order out, but I kind of have a roast de-thawed in the fridge.
My anxiety waned as the day went on. Poet Amanda was wonderful.
Timelies all!
Other than watching the Inauguration on tv, no celebrations planned here.
I didn't think to defrost the mahi-mahi in my freezer in time to make a celebratory meal tonight. Suppose I'll order out, and wash whatever the meal is down with blood orange soda to toast Twitler's long-overdue departure.
I'm feeling really tired. Kind of like 4+ years of tension have started to ease and the muscles involved are saying, "we're done for now, thanks."
We had the last session of an ongoing game today since all the players are federal employees and had the day off...which means I have to get in 8 hours of work starting now, I guess. Just knowing the inauguration was happening was a balm to my soul.
I'm feeling really tired. Kind of like 4+ years of tension have started to ease and the muscles involved are saying, "we're done for now, thanks."
I honestly think that's why I have a migraine. The massive shift in my level of tension, and worry, and rage has left my head all askew.
Whatever other noteworthy things there were about the Inauguration, for visuals, even surpassing VP Harris' purple coat and dress, Dr. Biden's blue coat and dress, and FFL Obama's plum (or possibly burgundy) pants outfit and floor length coat, all yummy, was Poet Amanda's outfit. Centered in the background carpet of red-bordered blue, her brilliant red headpiece and daffodil-sunshine-full of hope yellow coat, the visual was perfect. The poem was awesome, too. But that image of her just, at the moment, sums up my spirits for the first time in four long, crimson-streaked grey years.