I've been a wreck for the past 2 weeks. Can't knit, can't crochet and forget about sewing. I've gotten past the intermittent tears of joy stage to the 'can we have the inaugural tomorrow please' phase. Obsessively watching Rachel Maddow helps a little. It's such a terrible time globally and, yet, I feel that there's been a cosmic shift. It's not about the Democrats' majority and the Republicans' identity crisis, the new Obama cabinet or Supreme Court fantasy picks. It's about the PUPPY, people.
I wish Tom Lehrer could write a song about this.