This sucks and I don’t know what to do. I had been thinking “how do I flee if Trump wins?” kind of as a fun thought experiment but now it may be real. Really, nothing is keeping me here other than a dog who gets carsick after about fifteen minutes of driving. I could just sell/donate it all and run. You got what you wanted, it’s all yours. Burn it all down.
I’ve cycled through probably every emotion during this campaign, and have come to settle on terrified. Honestly, I’m just scared. One line from this song keeps sticking with me – “I’m frightened by those who don’t see it.”
I’ve given up social media except for Instagram. Thank God for puppies, kitties and landscapes. Here’s a few accounts that give me that “Calgon, take me away” high:
@barkbox – makes me laugh out loud #literallythatsme
@corgnelius – Corgis and the best hashtags
@harlowandsage– why can’t my dogs get along like these guys? Plus Harlow the Weimaraner gives the best face.
@21stcenturyyokel – home base for mysadcat and his cat compatriots, plus gorgeous views of the English countryside and the animals wandering about. I want to go to there. Also psychedelic folk music, vintage vinyl and books. It’s got everything.
@flora.forager – art made from nature. So, so pretty.
Stuck on this for the last few weeks and now here she is on Colbert: