Remember Me?

I am convinced that this election cycle is providing a negative and frightening undergirding to all of American life. People seem to me to be edgy, depressed, defensive and aggressive, all at the same time. This morning at breakfast, Himself and I talked about it; we both will be so glad -- we think -- when it is all over. The ugliness -- and not just on one side -- is beyond anything I've ever seen before on a national stage.

There are, of course, other things going on in my life. And everything seems to be colored by my despair over this election. Some weeks ago, for no apparent reason, all of the links on my blog disappeared. So I'm not reading the things that usually pick me up when I'm down. And I seem to lack the energy to go look them all up and re-establish my blog roll. Update: A wonderful person (see comments below) showed me how to re-establish my links! Wasn't that a kind thing for her to do? And speaking of blog, that which used to be so important to me, I can barely find the energy to do the Just 80 Minutes updates, much less write about our Italy trip and other things that usually fill my posts. The refugee resettlement project is undergoing some snags; there is confusion and there are some communication problems; things that normally people would take in stride, but some are now irrationally attacking the project's leader. Today, a stop sign issue (where I swear I was in the right) colored my entire morning, and it wasn't a pretty, rosy color.

My neighbor, a rational woman and former Bernie supporter, said to me, "But Nancy, Hillary is a flawed candidate." I agree. But the alternative is unthinkable.

I'll be back to blogging at some point. I hope it's sooner rather than later. But I don't know; I can't seem to shake this awful feeling of dread.

So, in the meantime, all I can do is to urge everyone to support The Flamingo Party. That's what my family is doing. As someone once said, "What do you have to lose?"