Where were you?

When we rose up and declared we would not go quietly into the night?

Yesterday, we were making History, or Herstory – whichever you like.

I had a blog planned for today – ghosts, rainbows, puppies, and butterflies. You know, the kind I  usually write. Unless I’m writing about depression – but that’s totally another blog for another time.

Here’s the thing. I was a mess this last week (as hundreds of thousands were) – even more so than during the election. I felt the anguish my friends were posting, I cried buckets. I jeered at the utter stupidity of this new regime, and took a ton of antacids.

Really  – an entire bottle of antacids.

Leading up to and on the day of inauguration, I promised Sandy I would stay off social media. She’s the one who has to put me back together in the evenings when she gets home…