He's Intruding Into My Space

I was trying to get through December without totally losing my shit.  I made steady progress on the Brownie List, finishing all but 3 deliveries and cleaning up the wreckage before the cleaning ladies came today.  There's something wonderful about the moments before you rearrange the pillows for comfort rather than show, especially when someone else has created the pretty setting just for you.

That's the vibe I was carrying into the evening.  There's not much left to do.  My house is neat and clean.  We are as healthy as our 150+ years on the planet will allow.  I lit the Hanukkah candles and sat back to do the Wordle.

I opened my phone and there he was, the human wrecking ball of our Constitution, talking about Rob Reiner.  Rob Reiner for crying out loud.  Princess Bride (the perfect movie according to FlapJilly) Rob Reiner.  When Harry Met Sally, Spinal Tap, Stand By Me Rob Reiner.  The man who is being lauded as having re-invented the romantic comedy genre was responsible for his own death. 

I was appalled.  I couldn't pull my eyes and ears away from the clip (I won't link it).  I listened to him call Rob Reiner seriously deranged.... T*** derangement syndrome.  The man who understood human relationships in a way that is unfathomable to FFOTUS was on the pointed edge of presidential barbs. 

And then I started to laugh.  It was Archie Bunker yelling at Meathead.  Rob Reiner's political presence was obviously an irritant to the petulant person in the White House, and that petulance was on full display when a reporter gave him an opportunity to walk back his comments.  Like Archie, he doubled down.  He made it worse and worse and I couldn't look away and then the clip ended and I came here for solace.

There's Bondi Beach (with the added pleasure of sharing the name of the woman who's destroying the DOJ) and Brown University and I was doing a fairly good job of ignoring the whole situation outside because it's Hanukkah and Christmas and New Years and family will be close and babies will be held and there's so much that's right in my little corner of the world.

Apparently, it took Rob Reiner to prick my protective balloon.  

Thanks for being here and helping to dissipate the evil, the cruelty, the democracy killing and Republic destroying (sorry, Mr. Franklin, we are in danger of not keeping it) that's creeping in and eating at my soul.  

I will be back decrying it all when it's 2026 because this is going to get worse.   Acknowledging that I, as an individual, can do nothing to make it all go away, I'm going to concentrate on joy for the next little while and give my outrage button some time to recharge. 

Self-care is crucial.