Edge of hysteria? Maybe. Election day looms and the thought of four more years, if we all survive that long, is daunting.
It’s snowing today, not sticking, but still it’s snow, the small mean flakes that usually pile up. The ground’s too warm for that, but still, here we are, October nearly gone and November sending up a gloomy wave.
I’m ready to do a lot today, and perhaps that just the comfort in frenetic motion, going and going with no time for thoughts between. That’s one way to get through the unknowing.
It’s been a terrible four years, and I suspect it hasn’t worked out as well as the orchestrators had hoped, at least for them. The saddest part is that it’s money that drives the whole thing, a thirsty greed that cannot be quenched, a sadism so intense it’s blind to how it all leads back to start.
Hopefully that will end.
Hopefully we’ve cracked it all open like a seed, and we are growing upward toward the light.
Have a great Monday.