Oy, again my best hours were spent sending emails to Washington, making calls, etc.
Then again tonight, demanding an independent investigation.
Does anyone remember the hems of mid-calf length skirts? and how if you saw a thread hanging down, you might try to pull it so it wouldn't hang down and show? and how once you started to do that, the entire hem might unravel? I am sincerely hoping that this bizarre issue (Flynn, Comey, Russia, etc.) is the thread that when we pull, it will all unravel. When I returned from a lovely quiet meditation, errands, shopping, etc., awaiting me online were at least a dozen demands for my signature to insist on an independent investigation into Russian interference in our presidential election.
Of course, my question is ¿Who can we call on to implement that? Trump has used his time in office so far to fill every possible post with a henchman beholden to him, whose agenda is Trump's own. He has been smashing checks and balances right and left.
On an entirely other channel--- our delicate little golden cat Bracha is very ill. She has diarrhea and/or throws up several times a day. She is curled up resting on a blanket on a heating pad on the little salmon sofa. right next to me. I don't want to her to suffer, and I don't want to shorten her life without her permission either. After all, if she still loves this life, I have no right to rob her of even a minute of it. I begin asking myself: when does any Earth-creature decide, "Enough; I am replete and satisfied with what I have had of this world, and want no more. The benefits are no longer worth the cost."?
I know that my beloved was so very tired, and did not have patience or desire to undergo any more medical regimens. He had had it with diets, massage, walks, tests, oxygen concentrators, supplements. Too much energy was needed to merely stay alive, and too little was left for doing anything he felt was meaningful and satisfying.
So I sit here with Bracha in her basket dozing beside me, and Mazal a bit further off on Zalman's recliner, each cat teaching me, in her own way, what she knows of this life.
And the only instruction I am hearing is "Wait; and be kind."