Sheer delusion.

Happy November 96th everyone, the election is tomorrow and I still have hope that America will turn away from fascistic hate!

Funny you should ask.

I’ve been almost completely ignoring the hellscape that my country is turning into because last week starting just before the inauguration was one of the worst years in my life, and it’s still happening this week as well.

Over the past 26 years, I’ve often thought that parenting is not a job for the weak. I keep thinking I know what that means. Now I realize that I will never know how bad it can get. Anytime you think you’re past the worst, you get the universe’s boot up your ass again.

I’ve earned a couple serious breakdowns in the last week, but I’ve got to put them off because I just can’t do it yet. I don’t have time.

Yeah I can’t wait to blink in three days and wake up to October 7th

You all are a bunch of softies. I’m out here raw doggin’ January. I don’t give a hoot.

Girding myself for February. I have for years attested that it’s the shortest month because if it was any longer people would find the nearest window to fling themselves out of.

As the Baroness recently said to me: “It’s the monthiest month I ever monthed.”

At this point I’m torn between hoping for the sweet release of death or waiting for my brain to blackout into violent rage.

I’m not an American, so there’s some solace in the fact that I don’t live in the country where this is all going down. I do however have friends who are American, so I’ve been offering whatever advice I can to them and the least I can do is be that friend they feel safe openly venting to.

Sighing (a lot) and reminding myself that every time the 29th rolls around I get a three-day weekend.

I can’t get over how cold it’s been for weeks and weeks. I bought an ankle length winter coat this year and that’s what’s helping me survive, along with many other pieces of clothing. It’s so cold I have to wear long johns to walk the dog.