Ven du geyst, un du veyst shoyn far vos
As people seem to be posting the states of their Election Day:
spatch and I voted almost a month ago by drop-off ballot at the box outside our polling place. We had to hope then it would mean something and we have to hope now. I have not seen much of the news except to note that once again our governor cast his ballot with a blank where the president's name should be, which is useless. My mother sent me a pair of pictures from Pennsylvania, taken by family who had to wait for hours in their masks to vote: at first they called it a very long line and by the end they simply called it voter suppression. I am trying to write about a movie and
spatch is lying under a cat. The shape of the world changes all the time without me, but I have a lot of feelings about the current metamorphosis.
[edit] I went outside and looked at the copper-colored dot of Mars and the golden and ruddy ones of Saturn and Jupiter drawing closer. I suspect I should not even be trying to think about omens, but it was nice to see the planets moving in their patterns, whatever is occurring on this one.
[edit] I went outside and looked at the copper-colored dot of Mars and the golden and ruddy ones of Saturn and Jupiter drawing closer. I suspect I should not even be trying to think about omens, but it was nice to see the planets moving in their patterns, whatever is occurring on this one.

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Thank you. I am hoping and trying not to feel like I am ill-wishing everything by it.
*hugs*