I hate Donald Trump and his vile administration and his despicable party and his horrible family, and I resent being obliged by their malice to carry that hatred — and to carry the accompanying fear of people being harmed by their escalating abuse.
I'm sad. The house is so much quieter without Olivia, and I feel very lonesome.
I'm also overwhelmed. In addition to losing Olivia, our washing machine and my laptop failed last week, so we had to get a new washing machine — and dryer, since that was 20 years old and on its last legs, too. (Just to be abundantly clear: Sharing this is not an oblique solicitation for donations.)
In (hopefully) good news, Iain and I managed to diagnose the problem with my laptop, so as soon as the parts arrive that we ordered, I should (hopefully) be back in business. And Iain had a laptop he could lend me to use in the meantime.
My shoulder continues to give me grief, so I haven't been able to swim.
I need a win, and none has been forthcoming.
I am grateful for my husband, for our home, for my friends, for all the times they make me laugh, and for Sophie, Dudley, and Zelda.
I am also, as always, glad for this community, particularly in this moment. Anyone who wants to join me in another enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
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