Walking home just now from a pretty, petty party (with the exception of my precious compadres), I caught myself thinking, “God, I’m such a night owl since Trump was elected,” and then immediately laughed out loud. This made me the tall blond woman in a cape and a big fur hat cackling loudly by herself on an empty dark street, but I had that coming. Nowhere in the world does 10:34pm count you as a night owl unless you are a true homebody who is typically already under the covers with a permakitten on her legs and a book on tape spilling cozily into the darkness.
I’ve been quiet because I don’t want to preach to the choir and I don’t want to be preached to, and right now all other posts seem frivolous, even I can see that. But this morning I’m up early after two consecutive weeks of late nights. My hair is up in curlers, my zit is smeared with a Vitamin E salve, and I’m drinking coffee while watching my neighborhood wake up through the bedroom window. Continue Reading →
Three things haven’t changed in the DT era: The sunrise is still beautiful. My permakitten is still sweet. I still do a little jig to the “Congratulations” theme song played upon completion of the online New York Times crossword. But our Constitution is going out the window, white supremacy is on the rise, the Standing Rock protectors are under siege, and the United States of America is being overrun by a reality TV oligarch. I got no spin, because spin is what we no longer can afford. So good morning. I use the term loosely.
Walking home just now from a pretty, petty party (with the exception of my precious compadres), I caught myself thinking, “God, I’m such a night owl since Trump was elected,” and then immediately laughed out loud. This made me the tall blond woman in a cape and a big fur hat cackling loudly by herself on an empty dark street, but I had that coming. Nowhere in the world does 10:34pm count you as a night owl unless you are a true homebody who is typically already under the covers with a permakitten on her legs and a book on tape spilling cozily into the darkness.
I’ve been quiet because I don’t want to preach to the choir and I don’t want to be preached to, and right now all other posts seem frivolous, even I can see that. But this morning I’m up early after two consecutive weeks of late nights. My hair is up in curlers, my zit is smeared with a Vitamin E salve, and I’m drinking coffee while watching my neighborhood wake up through the bedroom window. Continue Reading →
Three things haven’t changed in the DT era: The sunrise is still beautiful. My permakitten is still sweet. I still do a little jig to the “Congratulations” theme song played upon completion of the online New York Times crossword. But our Constitution is going out the window, white supremacy is on the rise, the Standing Rock protectors are under siege, and the United States of America is being overrun by a reality TV oligarch. I got no spin, because spin is what we no longer can afford. So good morning. I use the term loosely.