I’ve been doing well at distracting myself but the closer it gets the more anxiety breaks through. This week has been rough with Internet and power outages, right now I’m in the dark on dial-up speed mobile data and crawling out of my skin.

Because it’s not fucking okay. I’m not okay.

One of our local races is just as important as the presidency, if not more so because a loss would shatter our blue bubble protections from the Cheeto.

I’m so very very very very very worried.