So I didn’t write last night. I’m sure it’s understandable. What with my work situation on Monday followed by the election loss of Kamala Harris I was not of the right mind to do such a thing. Not sure if I’m fully present today but here I am, giving it a go.

Golden Girls is on TV, an escape from the licking of wounds on MSNBC. I do not need to hear any more news about L’Orange Merde if I don’t have to. In 2016 when L’Orange Merde first defecated on the country I watched a documentary on Andrew Wyeth narrated by Michael Palin. It helped for as long as the documentary played but reality did intrude.

Lately, in the past week, I found myself posting things from 2020 and 2016 on social medias. Nothing had changed with L’Orange Merde, he was still an asshole.

Last night Bill watched the results on his phone and I was playing the sitcom, Ghosts on TV, occasionally dipping my toe in the electoral waters to see what was going on. It was alarming and stomach-churning, two phrases I rarely use.

Bill planned to stay up until 11 PM but decided on 10 instead. I watched Frasier and was distracted by what was going on. I was in bed a bit after 11 since it was all unofficial bad news.

Bill was up before me as usual and when I walked through the door I could tell it was real bad news. I tried to go back to bed after that news and a hug but that was not going to happen. And all the news this morning was the election, L’Orange Merde will be returning to what he called a dump, the White House.

Kamala was and still is intelligent, honest, and strong. Everything L’Orange Merde isn’t. I cannot believe how stupid this country could be. The demographics were offputting though typically me I did not follow the white adult male crowd and voted for Kamala Harris.

I’ve loathed L’Orange Merde since the crept on my cultural radar in the 80’s. I lost a good friend to him as well. Thankfully my immediate family are on the same page as Bill and myself, I know of other families that are somewhat torn asunder.

Now it’s night time. Bill is asleep, I have a job interview tomorrow. Not too hopeful which actually might work to my advantage. It’s at a place where Bill used to work. In the initial application, the question was asked and I said no.

After a video interview which I didn’t think was so hot, I was asked for a second interview, in person. I decided to alert my initial interviewer and let her know about Bill’s history at this gig, understanding that if it was a red flag then I was sorry to have wasted her time. She said it was no problem and asked me to schedule an in-person interview.

So that’s tomorrow. A new stomach-churning adventure. Hopefully, I’ll be up enough to post about it. No guarantees.