One of the best times at the convention was the hour or two when Jed and I were ensconced in front of a cheerful fire in the lobby; friends were nearby, but I was having the most fun just talking to him. And a little later, after he'd moved to a chair and joined the party, I made myself comfortable. I do love fires. :-)It's nice to remember that just a few days ago, I felt so happy. Hard to imagine at the moment.
I've done okay while I've been busy today -- getting groceries, doing laundry, mailing the second batch of job applications, getting a few Indian tops taken in to possibly use in tomorrow's photo shoot. But I keep getting ambushed by what I can only describe as grief, melodramatic as that sounds. I watched West Wing while folding laundry, and found myself teary-eyed, just because the characters were so much more intelligent, sane, and sincere than either of the presidential candidates seemed to me.
Tomorrow will be better, hopefully.
Dear heart,
This should be your new official photo.
With all of love,
C. J. Czelling
The election was close because neither of the candidates inspire us; neither are true leaders; both are boring.