The rain wakes me up at 3 am. In the dark, I fumble for my pajama pants and slippers, and I tiptoe downstairs. I look for the dogs on their beds but I don’t see their shapes: they relocated to the sofa, butt to butt, curled up, their faces squished against the pillows.
Campari & Sofa Posts
To those of you who do not live in the United States, I cannot stress enough how topsy-turvy it feels to live here right now. The rug has been pulled from under our feet and we have not regained our balance. Every day is an exercise in decoding what is happening and the public discourse has spilled into the private, whether we like it or not. Balancing levity and politics is becoming the new norm. But I have the whole weekend off and I am ecstatic!
Considering that a) America is building a wall south of the border to keep out my beloved work colleagues; b) we are considering tariffs on Mexican imported products (which, in petty and selfish terms would mean no more affordable avocados and no more tomatoes in winter (let’s leave the bigger picture out or it’s too mind-boggling); c) the media is, apparently, the new opposition party, I only have two choices: I can smoke weed, while still legal, until all this goes away or I stick with keeping it light. For this week, I am keeping it light.