I’m at work today but no one is working. The internet is down. Everyone is talking about suffragettes and pantsuits, where to move if the Narcissist wins, whether it’s the Russians reading our emails right now. Maybe they will learn something about passive restoration techniques. Ha ha. More coffee please.
The internet is down and our minds are down, totally, jammed with too many requests. What to do if this, what to do if that. Who to vote for if you have a four year old son. And the seas are rising and the polar bears are dying. What to do? Don a pantsuit? Join the football team and cheer for the winning side? It sounds fun, and it is, but that isn’t who we are, anymore. We can see through the cracks, and we know that while the game is on and it’s close and exciting and the stakes seem high, the field is actually falling away beneath us.
Little Bug 