I didn't write yesterday, too busy reading and watching election results. M sent a link to a Boston news channel video of her and hundreds of other college students hitting the streets in joyful celebration. And Obama's speech. I sat there with tears streaming down my face. I am delighted for M that her first voting experience is so full of positive energy and joy.
One of my first sights once down the hill, after stopping by the PO where I saw PB simply awash in vaguely nasty, definitely edgy negativity -- a way of life for her, really, tho she often manages to put a very friendly face on it -- after leaving there, I saw L running down the middle of Broad Street waving his cashmere scarf at the truck he was chasing. Too much. When I told him later of what a sight it was, he asked, "Did I look like a queen?" And while I was thinking, "Well, kinda....", I said, No, no, you didn't.
It is mild this morning. It had definitely warmed up again. It's pleasant, misty, moist, tones of grey and brown beginning to predominate the landscape, the colors of the long winter haul. As it is today, I feel like that work horse too long in the harness, but with many more furrows left to plow, and so I plod on, head down, step after step, not thinking too much, and not looking very far ahead. At least it is Thursday and the week has moved right along with the election to carry us. I already think I will not be at choir tonight. Last night, I didn't get the dogs out to walk until well after 7. The night before I was up late following the election. As soon as I could figure it looked like Obama would win, I went to bed. And then, I guess, half an hour later, it was over.
Work is very busy. We have tons of orders to get out. Another place to just put my head down and go. They did give me a lift home last night, tho, and J gave me half a bouquet of incredible yellow calla lilies that someone had given her when she delivered candles to their shop. They are incredible. I should try to get a decent photo of them while I have them.
I talked to CW about his drinking too. I am not sure how clearly he heard me. He is fully in alcoholic denial. I hope something got through. I emailed JD and urged her to get into contact with him too.
Oh well anyway, all I really want now is my tea. My allergies are acting up with this mild, moist climate we are currently in. My throat is sore a lot and my sinuses congested. The scents at work irritate it a little bit, and I drink pu erh tea all day long.
I am feeling a little bit like I can't keep all the strands in my hands. Some are dropping and some are slightly out of whack. As I plod on towards the weekend, and a couple of days off -- and then we get Tuesday off. Yes! Veteran's Day. Tho we will work Monday. L&J are leaving mid-afternoon, to the city, of course. Can't blame them, tho.
Last few lines here. Plod on, plod on. P sits before me atop Joy's tank, the blanket still covering it. I can see Bella's feet off over to my right. Not much going on. The dryer is running -- I did 2 loads after work last night. And now, time for tea.
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