We drank a whole bottle of Dom Perignon. It was delicious. We started to breathe after holding our breath for 4 days. Seattle is very quiet. I cried through Kamala's speech.
This is real. It really happened. There's a lot to do but tonight we can relax just a bit.
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And this morning I've woken feeling every bit of my age and of the eon of time we've spent under the reign of that horrible man. I guess it's all caught up with me.
I got all lumpy throated listening to Kamala, too, and Biden's calm gentle spirit like a warm bubble bath in nourishing soothing mineral water. The good kind... anyway, a bottle of Dom sounds just right. We are not afraid of work to be done- we welcome it with sanity in the lead. Rolling up sleeves, getting out the big girl pants, a pen and a good pair of marching boots- we are set and so ready!
Mary darling-I hear you. The perfect blue of the perfect sky in Seattle feels like it's celebrating. My old body is gonna go walk by the Sound, by the waves. giving thanks today for the strength and goodness of us.
When I heard that we have been liberated from Trumpublicanism I walked down M Street to Les Grove Park. I sat on a bench looking at Mt. Rainier and basked in the joy and hope I was feeling. Better days are ahead. Let's show them what freedom looks like.
I loved both their speeches. Such a gracious generous tone they struck, but also clear eyed. I’m feeling a flutter of (gasp) hope.
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