For now, I keep reminding myself of what I told Charlie when my reports from the front made him anxious:
"There are more competent, good-hearted people out there than there are greedy, self-serving assholes."
I helped myself to an OSSOFF lawn banner from the library for him. Given that Charlie is just twelve, it could come to pass that his very first vote might be cast for John Ossoff's second term as president. Stranger things have happened.
The old tv in my studio flickered its last the other day and I've chosen to not replace it for now, opting for a return to listening to audiobooks, but only if they are human narrated. The AI voices are so off-putting. I am having trouble listening to many female narrators. The high-pitched, breathy deliveries that all seem to end in a question mark are nearly as bad as AI. I'm such a picky bitch.
This is what I was working on while I listened to the run-up to the election and the results as they came in. Steve Kornacki was the least hysterical and seemed to be wisely protecting his vocal cords throughout the evening.
I have to think back to protesting the Vietnam war to recall a time when I had so much vested interest in politics. It's exhilarating and exhausting.
The library came through with some holds to assist in my decompression.
I may have a local outlet for this baker's dozen of WildHeart patches and I've figured out a way to finish the Ravager patch for Charlie. As yet, he has no vest to display his colors, and who knows if that will be something he's interested in doing? No telling.
A handful of sets of Dirty Threads went to the post office yesterday. The sun made a brief appearance this morning, so I took the time to post a few new sets and, Lo-and-behold, this pack of rowdy devils jumped up, grabbed me by the throat, and leaped into my private stash.
Speaking of little devils, is anyone else watching Apple's
"Small Prophets"?
Strange and wonderful them Brits.
