I solemnly swear I will not banter about the election.
With that being said (thought, and then written, actually), I sigh constantly with relief that it’s over. The outcome may not have been what I was praying for, but the thing with prayers is that they are often answered differently than the way one hopes, or the overall plan is different than what one sees for themselves…or sees for their country.
I’ll also say I know personally the anxiety I put up with my own debt, and to think of what we all owe overall as a nation? Eek, start passing around the Xanax.
Want to hear another sad story? We lost a dear family friend suddenly, just yesterday. He was my mother’s boss for almost 20 years and was always generous, giving, constantly putting others first, and was freaking hilarious.
Sometimes it’s a lot easier to write about death when it’s not happening right in front of you. I suppose that rules out writing for the Obituary. (scratching feverishly off list)
Sidenote: Does anyone else have a male dog that hilariously refuses to lift his leg when he pees?
To enduring only four more years,