It's 5 am again. I am up with the shih tzus. This is my favorite time of day. I play my music, albeit on low. I hang with the puppies and write. I lay on a too small couch. I'm five foot three and I can barely stretch out. But it suffices.
The dogs are eating my husband's new flip flops. I'm loath to stop them because they're distracted and I'm writing. Cognizant that he just bought the shoes, I hand them my ragged slipper to bite on.
The Shins stream on volume one in the background. I tend toward mellow music in the morning. The Shins, the Beatles and Joni Mitchell. Nothing too hard. Maybe some Queen.
I'm wearing my Bowie lightning bolt earrings that my best friend Melinda gifted me. Ohhh I think, that's how my brain works as I write this, put on some Bowie. So I do. I sing along. Humming.
I think of everything that's going on. Despite the chaos in the world, some things remain constant, and that I appreciate. I was able to see a couple of good friends yesterday. One friend, a fellow deputy public defender who's moved to Ventura, stopped by to see me and the puppies yesterday. We talked about mental health court and caught up. And I saw another good friend virtually for my podcast, one who is a writer and professor. We talked about everything that's going on and commiserated.
It is soul sustaining in these times to be able to connect with people who are just as dismayed by the current times as I am.
Where do we go from here? This is the greatest rollback of civil rights since Reconstruction. The people in power have effectively created, or helped create, a dictator who rules by decree, and who disappears people.
I guess I don't know what to do or where to go. Maybe nowhere is safe. But for now, I'm just going to keep on writing. And voicing my opinions, and performing and talking about the issues and stories I care about. So there's that. Happy Friday friends.