More bad news every time I touch
my phone, read news, open facebook or twitter….I can’t think straight. I feel on the edge of nausea, disgust, anger, and/or tears
so much of the time as Trump’s appointees and cataclysmic agenda begins to roll out. This is beyond bad.
Yet here are my children, under my
roof, sleeping in on Thanksgiving morning.
I’m sure I do have a lot to be thankful for. It’s just damn hard to conjure it right
now.
Perhaps I should start with the
usual:
Everyone's health, yadda yadda yadda....
It feels so horribly empty, as the
dark cloud of what’s to come looms.
Laughter.
Cookies.
Eking out a living without a
regular job.
Life in the good ole days of the pre-apocalyptic
era.
Free speech.
Free press.
Freedom of religion.
A woman’s right to choose.
Shelter.
Water.
Food.
Hope for the planet, at least for
a few more days.
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