Yesterday's plan: Poetry presentation finished, and crossed off my list. Today's plan: Getting rid of Trump. FINISHED. And crossed off my list.
I am loath to jinx anything, given what we went through at the Capitol, so please, fates, please. Don't let anything go wrong.
We'll be lifting a glass of prosecco tonight. And I hope that bells will be ringing, cars will be honking, and that you, wherever you are, can let your shoulders soften and your jaw unclench.
Imagine if we were looking at another four years of Trump. Imagine.
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In non-presidential news, my kitchen stove is in a bad way. Apparently, when the heating element blew (a normal occurrence), it also shorted out the electronic relay panel (an occasional occurrence), which is a part that costs $300, is not in stock at the repair shop, is backordered at the supply center, and will be available who-knows-when. So for the next several weeks (or months?), we will continue to have no working oven. Things could be much worse: the stovetop is fine. But oy, that repair bill.
And the poetry talk went fine, I think, I hope. A lot of people came, which was amazing. And some of them I didn't even know.