There are so many different ways to say how I'm feeling.
Down. Blue. Punk. I think those are my favorite.
It can't be helped! I had the most amazing time at my scrapbook retreat, never wanting it to end, and worked so hard (with so little sleep) that I came home thinking I was coming down with something. Then I had to take my best friend back to the airport, say goodbye for who knows how long, and come home to a family with little or no sympathy for my feelings. I crawled into bed yesterday and barely showed my face again. I would have stayed there today, but of course I don't have a say in when I want to go to work -- I just have to go.
So far I've managed to avoid anything having to do with today's events in DC. I'm struggling with the idea that I should support my president. But how can I when I think he's going to make our country even worse than it already is? And don't even get me started on how much I hate all of the race talk. Yes, we elected a black president -- it was bound to happen, and I think it's great. But can we stop acting like this now finally means we aren't a racist country?? That somehow we were an awful and bigoted people before last November? I'm sick of hearing comments like that -- as if I had something to apologize for if he hadn't won.
I guess we'll see what the next four years brings. Personally, I'm just worried about some friends we have that, because they work hard to make two incomes, will have to give up their side consulting business and have more taxes taken out just so they can avoid losing their house when the new taxes kick in for them. They're super excited about the new "change."
I'll keep working on crawling out of this funk. While I'm very sad that it's another year before our next event, I'll try to cheer up by not wasting any time in starting to plan the next one. At the very least, I've got to work out some details while everything is still fresh in my mind, and that should perk me up.
Tomorrow I'll blog about the weekend -- pictures and all!