I can’t even write about the current national shitstorm, except to say that I’ve never seen this country divided like this – maybe when I was a child in the 60s, but we didn’t have Fox News and right wing radio and all the other fringe “networks” spreading the crazy. I am not staying up to watch the Georgia Senate race results, I will not even peek at Twitter tonight; I need to sleep. I’ll just say that we who were freaked the fuck out in November of 2016 were FUCKING RIGHT ALL ALONG. Don’t anybody ever “both sides” at me again. BOTH SIDES DON’T.
Meanwhile, my daughter just called me to report that my son-in-law got rear-ended in a crash in an adjacent county, and he’s afraid his barely two year old car (purchased after he got slammed in another accident – again an innocent bystander*) is totaled. *Timeline corrected: his car was totaled four years ago, she passed her car to him and got her used RAV4, then about eighteen months ago he traded the older car on the car that just got totaled. (Update from my daughter: the trunk is in the backseat, he got pushed into the car in front of him, and yeah, his sweet little Toyota is totaled.) She’s on her way to pick him up. He did, THANK GOD, have his seat belt on, and ALL the airbags deployed. He’s shaken up, obviously, but ambulatory, so they’ll see how he feels tomorrow. Going to a Florida ER for anything other than a dangling limb feels…unwise right now.
And on that note, my New Year’s Day self wound care worked out fine. I’m still being careful with my middle finger on my left hand, because I don’t want to break it open and bleed into my keyboard, but it’s looking pretty good. I can still flip the bird.