I had to retire about 10:30 PM-- so tired. But the election had been called. I didn't dare believe it. At some point later in the night el V whispered in my ear, "Obama's still won the election. You can keep dreaming." This was a reference to the nightmares I had during the bush-cheney years, of bush and cheney personally bombing my city, my childhood farm, raping and torturing me.
I am thrilled that we get to have the FLOTUS for four more years!
I am thrilled that we get to have the FLOTUS for four more years!
It was so good that the President won this one. He earned it. Look how loose his suit is on him. He's skin and bones, he's worked so hard and slept so little. May he and the FLOTUS get some private just them together time very soon.
Now it's snowing, and I must go out and get more supplies as we're no where, not even anywhere, in replenishing all the things we've lost, and what I've used up cleaning up.
Just back from outside, porting in more supplies. The wind is getting very strong. And this year, finally, I thought I'd gotten el V kitted up for Weather -- new coat, gloves, everything, even boots -- his African all weather, water-proof, all terrain boots. Well, no. He doesn't know what he did with them. They're here, he assures me. In the apartment. He just has no idea where. He is also too under deadline hell to search them out He looks at me hopefully. "You are so good at finding things I've lost," the look says. But not today.
There's is no way to deny it longer. I am sick.
It's a good thing I've got a fat biography of Jefferson Davis to read and take notes on, as well as a terrific French Revolution era historical - fantasy novel (no, not that preposterous thing just out from Fantasy publisher): The Stockholm Octavo by Karen Engelmann (2012), HarperCollins. As well netflix is sending me, finally, the English mini series made from the Victorian historical novel, The Crimson Petal and the White. Then, there's the third season of Treme to catch up with, hooray!
