Way Off the Beaten Path, Again

Another late night, after another crazy day.  It seems that there are going to be a lot more of them in our immediate future.  I'm trying to learn to roll with it--but not to roll too far, too fast, or too erratically.  And not to lose sight of where I'm going.

Many of us experienced some pretty serious whiplash yesterday.  We began the day relaxing into the temporary euphoria of positive election results.  We shopped, cooked, paid bills, wrote blogs, walked our dogs, and caught up once more with the lives we've been putting on hold so often these past couple of months.

And then a very large bucket of cold water was delivered around dinner time, as roughly 7500 votes were "suddenly" discovered, reversing the outcome in the state's Supreme Court race more than twenty-four hours after our candidate had declared victory.

It's getting hard to remember the time when each day didn't bring one fresh outrage or another.  It's getting hard to remember my once relatively stable inner gyroscope.  

What good is a to-do list in a whirlwind?  


Like Scarlett, I intend to think about it mañana.  Unless the sky falls in.