It's a New Week

Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

The election to fire the Orange Menace is over – we won (in case you hadn’t heard). I’m little surprised that the, always reliable, Dem circular firing squad is already back in action. Could the Centrists and the Progressives NOT just wait a teensy bit longer to shoot us all in the foot? I won’t get into it here – it’s annoying as hell, selfishly counterproductive beyond words and I’m just flat out weary to my bones.

Also, though we’ve taken the WH, the battle to wrest the Senate from Moscow Mitch’s corrupt and conniving claws goes on. Think about donating to Raphael Warnock’s campaign  against that 45 cheerleading(she has proclaimed that “there are “no” issues in which she disagrees with the President.”), filthy rich, fascism endorsing, clueless Kelly Loeffler. Consider a donation to Jon Ossoff’s run against that racist piece of shit David Perdue. I don’t have much to spare but I sent a little to each.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
~ Kurt Vonnegut

I get the urge people will have after Trump. ‘Look at the chaos and the exhaustion: Wouldn’t it be better to go back to something more stable with somebody we know?’ But there’s no going back to a pre-Trump universe. We can’t be saying the system will be fine again just like it was. Because that’s not true; it wasn’t fine.
~ Pete Buttigieg

Today I will continue my photo files purge, I’ll read, order new books, exercise and maybe even nap. That and I’ll read no more about the current intra party squabbling. Each side, from what I’ve read so far, makes good points. Is common ground within our own damn party impossible?