How long am I going to get to enjoy this sparklingly clear view that I spent WAY too much money on?? I bet I don’t get through this post.
Plus, I was going to walk uptown to my publisher’s meeting this afternoon, something I was really looking forward to. That’s probably out.
So, yeah. Oh well. Obama is my next president. There’s that. Every time I see someone for the first time since the election it’s the first thing we talk about. Last night I went to my monthly meditation meeting and we spent the first few minutes talking and basking in the wonderfulness of it.
That reminds me. I read a secret on PostSecret that was such a wonderful example of tolerance and forgiveness and how we are all imperfect but deserving of love. It was this: “I yelled at her for weeks about how wrong her abortion was. And she still held my hand when I had one.”