Watching the Sausage Being Made

I've been down in the political weeds since Hilary vs The Donald.   I've spent much too much time considering the minutiae of the judicial system.   I've delved into the differences between rural and urban areas in states I've never visited.  And now I know about Reconciliation and Organizing resolutions.

It's disgusting.  

The back and forth in public.  The space laser.  The Senate Minority Leader commenting on his House counterpart.  The fact that people who were cowering in fear three weeks ago are now denying that anything of consequence really happened.

I was happier when I was ignoring the whole thing over the holidays.  

Little Cuter keeps reminding me that it's been less than 2 weeks and that now there's a plan but I live in a world where I can access any book I want at any time of day, where Amazon brings me vitamins and cleaning supplies tomorrow, and where there is no vaccine available so I am registered but don't have an appointment at any of the ready-to-go PODs which means Point of Distribution, another acronym I've learned since Pandemica fried my brain......

Little Cuter refers to this feeling as my brain pouring out of my ears.

All I know is that, at least for right now, it is making it impossible for me to think.