It’s raining, I think, still, or maybe it’s taking a little break. It’s really warm, though, 50 F ( 10 C) which is probably why ICE has blown back into town on their little pepper spray clouds.
They weren’t here when it was 0 F, I’ll tell you that.
I’m not sure today is going to form a coherent theme or post overall, I’m in an uncomfortable mood, a dissatisfied mood, a mood that is entirely out of sorts. I can’t imagine why.
I didn’t watch the thing last night, I didn’t even really register that it was supposed to happen and wouldn’t have watched it if I had.
For what purpose?
It was going to be a bunch of bluster, insults and lies, just like every single other time he’s been televised. Demands of credit for things he didn’t do; blame for others for the things he did.
I am so sick of it all, I am so sick of it being the constant background noise, I am so sick of the people who got us here and now, now, suddenly they think maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all.
I am so sick of a country that could so happily live in constant violence and demand it as a right; I am so sick of the people who think it’s all fine as long as they’re not bothered.
Today I am not light, I am not uplifting, I am not anything other than a pile of grump unhealthily frustrated by the things I can’t control.
Aren’t we all.
Or, at least, by this point we all should be.
Today I am bleak.
But.
It is a day. It is a mood. It may not even last to lunchtime.
In the morning–or almost morning–I give you a snapshot of my thoughts as they stand, the sky doing what it does, the wind doing what it does, my brain doing what it does.
Or doesn’t, some days.
And the morning can feel very far from the afternoon.
So I will accept that this is how I feel right now.
I will accept the grump.
And hope that it floats on through, leaving something more productive and refreshed behind.
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