I expected to wake up in a really bad mood today but I was pleasantly surprised.
True, silly optimist that I am, I spent more than eight hours yesterday watching the Kavanaugh "hearing" (their word, not mine), desperately hoping to detect some shred of human decency amidst that appalling display of mass hysterical castration anxiety. And there were shreds. But simply not enough. Lady Justices of the Supreme Court: Don't give him beer.
I have two takeaways.
First, I watched two people turn into Donald Trump before my very eyes.
Yes, I'm talking about YOU, Brett Kavanaugh and Lindsey Graham. As I watched the tantrums, your hands began to shrink. You grew tires around your middle. Your skin and hair turned orange, and creepy white pouches bulged beneath your red-rimmed eyes. Your hair turned into Medusa-inspired rat's nests. And the lies and deceptions and deflections spewed in torrents from your mouths.
You became host bodies for the Great Orange Blight. (Nice audition for Jeff Sessions' job, Lindsey.)
Was I scared? Last night I was. And depressed.
But this morning, I had a breakthrough realization. I remember reading in a book by Ray Bradbury something about the monsters who come and eat your soul when you wake up in the middle of the night.
We all have them. I do. You do, too.
The big realization, though, was that Mine are SO much smaller than Theirs. And those monsters WILL haunt them. At 2:00 in the morning. For the rest of their lives.
While I will simply shoo mine away. And go back to sleep.