So I’m here and I’m not. Kinda lurking, kinda commenting. Raging on occasion. Really stepping in, sitting down, and wallering in those seven stages of grief. SheleetaMan tried to help cheer me up the day after election day and asked if I was going to sit on the bottom of the ocean forever. I told him, no, but I need a day to really dwell down here.

I’m figuring things out still. Things like: how I spend my time (trying to switch from Shitter to BlueSky), or what my need to be informed about politics looks like, or what my role here is. I don’t think I’m going away from here, so nobody panic about that. BlueSky seems to be cool. But that middle one is tricky. I’m sure a lot of us are trying to navigate these waters, along with WTF to do with trumpy friends/family.

Turbidity seems to apply here. I’ve heard a lot about it from my friends in Asheville. See, the tapwater is still not drinkable yet. And that’s due to the reservoir being all churned up with particles. The water is turbid. They are dealing with turbidity. To be potable, water needs to be at or below 10…..turbids (I dunno what the units are, so let’s just call them that). After Helene, the reservoir was over 70 turbids. It is currently at 30 turbids or so. And they just have to wait for all the particulate matter in the water to settle out.

So I’m waiting for the water to settle out, politically. Things are turbid. Murky. I don’t know where I am and I don’t where things around me stand. So I’m going to hang tight until I can see things a bit more clearly. And I’m going to be extra cool, calm, and kind with myself. If that means I need to take a break from here, I will. But I will come back. Tuesday’s PT will still come at you and remind you to take the clothes out of the dryer and wipe your nose. And I will try and post good news or funny things I might find. Or I will vent about what this election might mean for my household. Or I will offer hugs, light, and strength to those who ask for it.

I will continue to be me, and fuck the haters.

Let’s all take a breath together. In and out. One more, just for fun. One more for luck. One more for yourselves. Don’t threaten Mayor McSquirrel or anyone else. This last week has been a month. Sending you all the best and chillest vibes today.