I'm trying not to let rainy weather, a bad cold, the prospect of a pandemic, and politics in general get me down. But the realization that the presidential race appears to be narrowing to (surprise) old white guys is depressing. Warren was my choice. But apparently the time for intelligent progressive women has not come.
Furthermore, the vitriol produced by the Bernie Bros and their ilk is seriously annoying. Their scorched earth policy regarding Biden is, I'm afraid, playing into the hands of the Republicans. Still, I like most of Bernie's ideas, if not his hectoring tone and finger-pointing. And if the choice is between him and the Current Nightmare in the White House, I'll vote for him.
But I am fearful that his candidacy might give us four more years of the Orange Nightmare. Or that, should he not be chosen, many of his followers will not support the Democrat nominee. Like last time. Yes, I'm still bitter.
I voted my hopes in the primaries. I'll vote my fears in November. Blue, no matter who. And one more thing-
Hey, it's me Josie. Meema was getting a little upset so I helped her calm down by insisting that we bake something. (I've heard that Rage Baking is a thing for older women.) We made strawberry muffins. I put the little paper cups in the muffin pan.
Also I stirred the batter. And when the muffins were done. I tasted them. So did Meema. They were very good and I took one to Grumpy. Then I ate another one. And so did Meema. And then I ate another one.
We saved three for me to take home for Mama and Daddy and me.
Meema was fixing a hot toddy for her cold when I left. I think she was calmer. I'm pretty sure we'll have to bake again though.