July 25th, 2016

The Red Tree

"And in the sea that's painted black..."

Yesterday, I managed to write about a thousand words on a new vignette, but it doesn't yet have a title, and I'm not at all sure where it's headed. Still, I managed to write.

And I think I slept six hours last night, which is the best I ever seem to get these days. Spooky made pasta salad for dinner. I watched the Marx Bros. A Night at the Opera (1935). I'm pretty sure I'm not yet awake.

To be perfectly honest, I don't think I was even half as afraid during 9/11 as I am right now. Indeed, I may not have been this afraid for our country – and, by extension – the world since the 1980s and the final days of the Cold War. The 2016 presidential election has both the far left and the far right doing their damnedest to demolish, once and for all, American democracy as we know it. And I'm not going to watch anymore. The thing with the Russian hackers and Debbie Wasserman Schultz' resignation is, for me, the final straw. It should tell you something that both Trump and the "Berniecrats" seem equally delighted at this turn of events. When November comes, I'll cast my vote for Secretary of State Clinton. Until then, I'm going to do my best to keep my head down and stay away from the endless nightmare carnival that the news has become.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast