After the holiday week last week, I feel like the days are a little muddled. Not me. It’s definitely the days.
It’s brilliantly sunny today, so bright it’s as though the gray never was, and I woke up with a haze of stress that hasn’t dissipated. I can’t pinpoint it, either.
It’s not like the world is rolling merrily along at the moment.
I had the impeachment hearings on for a second, only long enough to hear a smug professor make a joke about his dog being angry, and that just soured me on the day.
Imagine taking all the information that has come out, knowing that people actually died in Ukraine waiting on aid that would only be released for personal gain, and deciding the best course of action to talk about the legal implications of the proceedings was to make a joke about your dog.
I am so tired of serious things not being taken seriously so that people can avoid accountability. What happened to the party of “personal responsibility?” Oh right.
They never meant themselves.
I’m off to stew and hopefully to edit between the stewing. Have a great Wednesday.