Punched in the stomach
My newly-operated and bloated arm is a fitful physical reminder of how I feel on the inside: weak and vulnerable.
Like I’ve been punched in the stomach.
This blog will most likely not be published for another 24 hours. Maybe by then I’ll be feeling more myself. Going to a Democrats Abroad meeting tonight. Hope it will take away the feelings of utter powerlessness.
Sat with a neighbour today as we poured over the news. Also poured out our hearts and groans of disbelief.
For now I’m just praying that Sara Palin is not chosen as Secretary of State. What a full catastrophe that would be.