It doesn't mean we're not in for a terrible time. But it's so encouraging. And I've seen people in streets before and it hasn't led to the end of the protested injustice at hand. Yet it's encouraging, to me. I feel encouraged. Or a combo of relieved and a few solid inches off the ground of beaten down. Something like that.
Now I'm gonna get the dog out to run, and then put the pink-ish flowers on the Jeep and drive us past the local marchers, at least. Maybe we'll get out and walk with them. It's an option. Then the prep for the second chorus show. I'm ready to be really tired tomorrow, as if I were in DC today, like I woulda been, back in the day.
Hello, lj people.
I'll get back on the postcards soon.