Unspun

What’s the point of another post full of trumpdisgust?

And an earnest plea and pledge for doing more good and wearing safety pins?

I am absolutely sick to my pit that 42%  of (mostly white) women voted for that dangerous sack of meat and guts – not because as being women they should automatically vote for a woman – but they have such a low opinion of themselves and their fellow sex…

And what are they teaching their poor children too?

I’m terrified about healthcare – especially because of my femaleness and desire to be childless – and a man should have zero input in that one…

And this man should have zero input on everything.

And I’m just terrified, and many voted for him because they’re terrified for entirely different and unfounded and utterly ignorant reasons.

And a whole bunch of other things are just shit at the moment too – some new sadness, some of the same ongoing frustrations, the lack of daylight, and the approaching least wonderful time of the year.

I’m not particularly productive now, but I’m selling old crap again a bit, keeping a few last roots and greens in the garden alive, and mostly spinning and unraveling.

I finished up a long-suffering single – I’ve been concentrating on learning/forcing myself to spin singles more slowly – but this one is shit for the last 20 yards or so.

Stress is bad for spinning singles.

And I’m nearly done with those couple of atomic/molten lava/flames/superhero braids I recently got.

But I’m likely going to have to unspin this one too…