So here we are, back to Friday. It’s thickly foggy outside, to the point that I can’t verify there actually is an outside, and though I’ve had my coffee, it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
A second cup of coffee isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.
Maybe a third.
It’s been a long, loud week, one of deep, lasting societal disappointment as we watched Republicans do exactly what we knew they would do, and yet it was still surprising to see. And then they complained about plain statements describing exactly what they were doing. They want to do it, they just don’t want to take the responsibility for it.
So on we go to the weekend, and possibly into democracy’s oblivion.
Who’s to say.
What I do know is I have a list of things that need doing, and then I’m going to crochet my way to zen. If at all humanly possible.
Have a great Friday, and an even greater weekend.