My anxiety dream the other night was that I was having trouble counting ballots.
In better news, our ballots been counted.
Mom drove up, and we all walked up to the local ballot drop box and deposited our ballots.
Ballots arrived today.
If Republicans ram a conservative Supreme Court justice through the Senate, Democrats (both with a lowercase “d” and an uppercase “D”) must pack the courts when they retake the Senate in January.
The smoke is gone, I “mopped” the floors, and all windows are open. Feeling agitated by the fallout of Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s death yesterday, and by the upcoming two-plus months of political shitshow, but not quite so helpless/hopeless.