Miserable shopping experience, meara.
I don't think I let my breath all the way out until the Bidens actually walked up the steps and inside the WH and the door closed behind them.
I did not either. Still a little clenched.
I realized yesterday when I was doing the Buffistas-but-on-Facebook poll for the puppy dog Ghost (in the Snow)'s net name that my Facebook is full of too many people that I don't trust or want to share stuff the way I am comfortable doing here. Thankfully I only cross-posted the dog stuff and not the medical stuff. I need to cull my page. Invisible internet peeps who likely will not axe murder me are good. People who believed in Q-Anon, not so much, even if we share family.
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."
Yeah, I crashed hard during Peanut's quiet time. I'm hoping to get back to a more even keel by Friday (I'm giving myself an extra day, Just Because).
Yeah, I crashed hard during Peanut's quiet time. I'm hoping to get back to a more even keel by Friday (I'm giving myself an extra day, Just Because).
If you think you'll need to crash tomorrow, let me and Matilda know ahead of time and she can plan accordingly.
I honestly did not expect to feel this much better. Lighter. It’s nice! I hope it lasts a while.
ETA I mean it’s 9:20 and still awake and not mad about it, that is unusual
Who knew relief could be so exhausting?
Everyone expected the previous administration's vaccine rollout plan to be a self-sabotaging mess at best or at worst a clumsily obvious attempt to extort something from the individual states; I'm not sure how many people expected it to just not exist at all. I definitely didn't.
Yesterday it came to me, thinking about the period between the election and Inauguration Day, that it was 100%
exactly
what you'd expect if you hired a businessman to do a job that has nothing at all to do with business. He lost, and he reacted to that loss as if it were a first offer or a contract that had been rejected. Not a decision, just the beginning of a transaction, to which he reacted exactly the way he's spent his entire life reacting to every other transaction that doesn't go his way.
Bluster at it. Bully the guy on the other side of the table. Wheedle. Threaten. Coax. Sue someone. There's absolutely no need to concede anything, because in his world nothing is an institution or a complete action or a self-contained event or a thing he can't control. It's all transactional, and it ends when he's bullied the other guy into giving in just to make him stop.
But this absolutely and fundamentally was never a transaction. It
was
a complete action, it
was
a self-contained event whose beginning and end were utterly beyond his control, and it was and is an institution. Our system of government, our rules of law, our processes and procedures and rituals and the concepts of public service, of citizenship and citizens, are fundamentally meaningless to him.
The whole entire post-Election-Day period was a hideous nightmare version of Eric and the Dread Gazebo, with the former occupant totally lost because he kept trying to pick a fight with and bully into submission something that fundamentally doesn't *do* any of that. You can't wheedle or threaten the Constitution or the rule of law or the Electoral College. That's not what they do or what you do with them. They're a gazebo, Eric.
And yesterday, finally, FINALLY, the gazebo awoke and ate him.
That is a perfect summation. He was a bully who lost.
The United States does not renegotiate elections.
Everyone expected the previous administration's vaccine rollout plan to be a self-sabotaging mess at best or at worst a clumsily obvious attempt to extort something from the individual states; I'm not sure how many people expected it to just not exist at all. I definitely didn't.
I 100% expected it to not exist, or at most, to exist in the form of a note scribbled on a post-it in Sharpie just saying "Jared, do vaccines?"
Cass, how are you feeling?
