Not me, and certainly not us.
Me: the terrible aches of yesterday were indeed relieved by acupuncture. Today they were replaced by all the symptoms of a lousy nasty cold. I took out the chicken soup; for tonight, made some into Greek Avgolemono (egg-lemon soup). Bracha the Cat, like What's-her-name in "When Harry Met Sally", wants some of whatever I am having; so I set a small bowl up for her too. She's more interested when it's my bowl.
Since I was still too sick to go out, I made the mistake of spending the day opening all today's emails, writing letters to congresspeople, etc. I found that of all seven of Colorado's representatives, only Boulder's Jared Polis, G-d bless him, voted against HR 7 which, today, defunded women's reproductive services.
Then I read that Netanyahu, emboldened by the hostile takeover of our Democracy and confident of support, plans to expand building in the Territories.
What I am grappling with now is how to discern, then do, what is most effective to save our world as a place we still want to live. And how to survive the confusion, the disbelief and the effort.
This does not feel like the legal democratic transfer of power; it feels like a putsch, of the kind we believed could never take place here in the United States. But it has. Even my Republican friends have had to admit that this was not the kind of Republican administration they had in mind---with no mercy and no honor.
So I will be praying for guidance; and if anyone else gets any, by all means, share it around.
And still I hear Zalman's voice: "Hartzeleh, sorg sach nisht; s'iz doh a Gott in der Velt..."
The song for tonight: check out Martina McBride's "Anyway"