PTSD

In a few days my mother will be president of the free world again. I am barricading myself in my room not really but I'll be wearing metaphorical earplugs and horse blinders as I go about my day.

It's as if a toxic wave of political COVID or tinnitus has taken over again.

Just remember HALF of us do not agree with this.

We covered our antique TV (antenna style) with a blanket when the twin towers came down. We did not like the dead eye eating the living room. We renewed our library cards. We have not found a need to take the blanket off.

Our kitchen radio is tuned to  Radio Classique classical music out of Switzerland. When the announcers speak it's in French and I swoon!

I will focus on my beginning language and swim students. That's all I can do. Otherwise it's like eating broken glass and discarded cigarette butts for breakfast. 

I have PTSD every time the MONSTER speaks. How can people not see the charade?

When people complain about the MONSTER I say unplug and read poetry. Try it for a week, I say.  You will be happier.