I spent the day working as a volunteer at a polling place in a mixed-income neighborhood full of immigrants. It was marvelous. People were kind, and enthusiastic, and one woman brought her dogs, and the kids at the school where we were stationed were adorable. I met people with the most wonderful names, and entire families who showed up in
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I may find myself watching the GB Sewing Bee, but I dunno, it doesn't have Sue Perkins. Just not the same.
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And now the Apricot Demagogue's official photograph is going to be on the wall of our office. My coworker G (whose parents are both immigrants, and on Obamacare) has announced she won't walk past it, but will go the long way around to get in and out.
But some of my coworkers voted for him, and I am grateful that I had no meetings today, and get the next 4 days off, during which I will try to steel myself to deal with them. Without screaming obscenities and challenging them to a Hamilton-esque rap battle. (Not that I would be any good at it!)
Today on the bus I found myself listening to a podfic that Serrana made of my old SPN story "Her Tracks Are on the Land". It was weirdly soothing; I suspect I'll be rereading a lot of fic in the months to come.
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