The sound of silence

Well, as much as I like to pretend it isn't, the election is happening. I didn't vote, so I don't offer my opinion in public forums. I'm not afraid to admit that my knowledge of politics is as expansive as a hangnail on the pinky finger, so I'm not going to go out there and make myself look like a fool talking on shit I know nothing of. Besides, I've seen enough discord between friends and family members to know that adding any more to the mix would be ridiculous. We have a choice between a creepy pedophile and a boorish and uncouth heel, so no matter who wins, hearing about it for the next four years is enough to make me want to flee the goddamn country. Lacey is right-there's going to be another civil war in our lifetime.

Everything is so quiet. Chat is quiet. Everyone's glued to the TV, to the internet. I've seen some shit online today, but nothing like I was expecting. This is the eye of the hurricane. At work, we kept the TV on HGTV to avoid patients having arguments. Only one person asked to change the channel, which is surprising. It feels like a bomb just dropped in our fields and no one knows if it's a dud or not, and everyone's pointing fingers as to who dropped it.

Anyway, enough of that bullshit.

November is not going to be a calm month, politics notwithstanding. With Christmas and Renfaire looming ahead, I'm going to need refills of my Buspies. I don't feel like going into the myriad of reasons why I'm stressed out, because it's an old tune and I'm tired of singing it and I'm sure others are too. Everybody's stressed out, and if the masks don't come off by January, 2021 is not looking like an exciting prospect, either. What can we do but wait and see?

In the middle of trying to reorganize my photo library again. Goddamn Mac. I swear to God, the second it knows I'm trying to get it together, it decides to stop working in the exact way I need it to. I must have tried to get this damn photo library under control ever since my collection passed up 3,000 and every time I do, it fights the shit out of me.

I need another duplicate program and I need these fucking tags to start working again. Holy shit, it's frustrating.

Nothing on the books right now until Renfaire. I'm going to have to do terrible things to get ready for Christmas. Not happy about it. Why didn't I start this shit in September?

I'm going off to fight with this Mac and read a great book about the victims of Jack the Ripper.

Rae