I am having a hard time coming up with things to write about at the moment that aren't intrinsically tied to resistance, protest and panic attacks. And so. I'm going to just, for the moment drift into surreality and pretend that what happened never did. Here's what today looked like in my Alt-Reality 2017...
6:15 - Alarm goes off. I am well rested considering I spent the better part of the night kicked in the face by two five-year-olds. I don't mind being kicked in the face... I mean, I do, but at least I don't have to worry about the crumbling of humanity. I can sleep through an elbow to the chest. Nightmares of our president-elect grabbing our entire nation "by the pussy," not so much.
6:30 - Arms + Abs class is officially in session. My friend Chelsea and I are joking about falling off our futuristic vibrating plates, instead of talking about the fall of our society. I make jokes about our pelvic floors as we do jumping jacks and pee our pants a little.
7:30 - The kids are eating breakfast and (WHAT THE WHAT!?) so am I. I eat TWO WHOLE PIECES of toast with the appetite of a person normally going about her business. My stomach feels fine. I help my kids tie their shoes. Everything is fine.
7:50 -- On the way to school, we listen to the Hamilton soundtrack without making references to our forefathers turning in their graves.
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