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It is snowing outside. I am only sorry I do not have the materials on hand to make goat-milk cocoa. I have settled for ginger tea with the last scrapes of Atchafalaya honey.

I started this post, "I am really much less depressed than I had braced myself to be," but that's litotes to no purpose. I am very pleased with the results of this election. As I wrote to

ashlyme, "Nothing is perfect and magically fixed, but I think I'll like the country I'm going to live in for the next four years a lot better than if we were looking at a sudden plunge into the right wing. And the senator I voted for won in the face of a breathtakingly racist, anti-intellectual campaign. And Maine and Maryland are behaving like they might belong to a reasonable world. And hey, medical marijuana. I can't take it for anything, but that doesn't matter: it's one step closer to treating it like a drug rather than a drug problem. I like what this says about the country I live in. Maybe our species is not totally fucked after all." Which may still be more proclamatory than the occasion warrants, but I am glad it has been proven that fear-of-the-other is not the only stimulus to which this country responds and that not only does fire not fall from the sky if there are queer women in Congress and a biracial man in the White House, it wasn't some kind of one-off experiment before the mainstream reasserted itself. Or maybe the mainstream is different now. That would be okay, too.

It seems to have stopped snowing in the course of composing this post. So much for that nor'easter. But I have a cat trying to eat the tag off my tea now (much good it may do him: this is Yogi tea, so the bags all come with inspirational, often incomprehensible platitudes like "Act selfless, you will be infinite" or "By honoring your words, you are honored") and that makes me happy in other ways, so I'll take it.

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Cats that eat platitudes seems like a useful niche.

I'm glad that you are having a good day.

*hugs offered*

Cats that eat platitudes seems like a useful niche.

I will just be slightly afraid if he starts generating them.

*hugs offered*

*returned*

I am investigating this meme! And very glad you are nor'eastering chez cat.

And very glad you are nor'eastering chez cat.

It was a good way to spend the snow.

I'd drink that ginger tea, or the goat's milk cocoa (I can't imagine I could put sugar in that). I think I also want tea with tags from Oblique Strategies, but I'm obscure.

I'd drink that ginger tea, or the goat's milk cocoa (I can't imagine I could put sugar in that).

It doesn't generally need it, no. I just make it with goat milk and chopped-up dark chocolate: stir and melt.

I think I also want tea with tags from Oblique Strategies, but I'm obscure.

Heee.

"a breathtakingly racist, anti-intellectual campaign" / "fear-of-the-other is not the only stimulus"

You know, I am just too tired for this.

By honouring your cat, you are honoured.

Trust me: he knows this.

Trust me: he knows this.

That was the same afternoon he began to sharpen his claws on my leather jacket. I am afraid he was unceremoniously ejected from the couch, where he had been making himself comfortable among my various stuff as I worked: "No, cat! That is not what the jacket is for!" There was a thump. (He's a sizeable cat.) There was a moment or two of indifferent circling. Then he returned to the couch and began to sharpen his claws on my computer bag.

"What? You said not the jacket . . ."

Sorry you've no goat-milk cocoa, but ginger tea with a bit of Atchafalaya honey sounds appropriate.

Agreed on all counts.

I think the nor'easter has given us four or five inches of snow here, and a bit still coming down. I'll deal with it in the morning.

If the cat gets some pleasure our of eating the platitudinous tag, then more power to him. I'm glad it makes you happy.

Is the handy disposal unit supplied with the tea, or do you have to supply your own felicity? (By playing with your cat, you are played with, as Montaigne pointed out.)

And yes - thank you, America.

Is the handy disposal unit supplied with the tea, or do you have to supply your own felicity?

The cat is region-specific, but I like him when I find him. Or he finds me. At first he would suffer himself to be petted, but not seek me out rather than his person of the last fifteen years. Now, if I'm sufficiently stationary, he'll thunk himself down next to me and crank up the purr until I take proper action. Nothing I was doing could be that important, could it?

(By playing with your cat, you are played with, as Montaigne pointed out.)

I cannot disagree with these words of wisdom . . .

I hear that LL Bean is selling litotes in three colors this season: heather green, cranberry red, and slate. They're very handy if you want to go exploring in wet areas in cold weather, but you do have to remember to comb them out with a steel-bristled brush after expeditions and, of course, feed them a blood meal once a month.

Act selfless, you will be infinite

The ways in which this phrase annoys and intrigues and terrifies me. Wow.

Monogrammed litotes bags?

They're very handy if you want to go exploring in wet areas in cold weather, but you do have to remember to comb them out with a steel-bristled brush after expeditions and, of course, feed them a blood meal once a month.

You rock.

"I like what this says about the country I live in. Maybe our species is not totally fucked after all."

Yes, that's how I was feeling, and it was part of the reason (one of many) why I so dreaded Romney winning. I felt I'd lose heart in people entirely. There's a lot of good out there, trying.

Here's to four years of more and better change!

Here's to four years of more and better change!

Amen!

Goat-milk cocoa and goat-milk chai are wonderful things.

(And yes, the election outcome is far, far better than the alternative...)

Goat-milk cocoa and goat-milk chai are wonderful things.

I have never had goat-milk chai on account of the caffeine thing, but you are making me want to engineer some at home . . .

(And yes, the election outcome is far, far better than the alternative...)

I was not expecting to be so relieved!

And I'll be two steps on the water

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