Drunken Owls and Other Delights

As you know, Bob, the news from Tuesday has broadened my temptation to gather together a group roadtrip to Foggy Bottom and environs to provide a mass dick-punching.  So you may well expect that nerves and patience are raw for many at the moment. 

But I digress.

Yesterday I tempered my ire by focusing on the positive in my life.  I still had my words to work on; a novel to finish and another to expand upon.  I have A here with me, the both of us celebrating our thirteenth anniversary on Thursday.  [It just so happens that I'll be in Concord that day, but I should be home by afternoon as always.  We don't have anything big planned other than another march on Saturday.]  I've learned a long time ago that feeding the anger and helplessness does not help me at all; the best way for me to deal with it all is to find my own calm first before I do anything else.

As is usual, the FaceTwit universe feeling itchy as well.  Twitter feels full of Subject Matter Experts and Facebook feels full of irate memes and it's wearing me thin. Perhaps it's time for me to take another detox session.  Might not be a bad idea, considering I'll be stupidly busy all July working on revision.  I''ll pop back in near the end of the month, just in time for Worldcon.


It's a tough world out there right now.  Peace and love to y'all.
 

MY POINT EXACTLY.