I didn't know it would feel this good.  

Four years ago, I remember where I was during the last presidential election.  In New York, where Rich was recovering from his first chordoma surgery.  Stopping by my favorite patisserie, I ordered croissants to go; a gaunt young man, in black, was carrying away two large coffees.

"Bush won," he explained grimly.

I smiled.  

Who cared?  My guy won!  All was well!

Not quite, I knew that.  But if I narrowed my focus on my life, my loves, my world...I would survive.

And so Rich has, I have, this world has.  But now we can do more than survive.  We can heal.  As long as we don't expect miracles from our new leader, because gods always disappoint and then we get angry and waste our energy trying to figure out why the creature we created doesn't satisfy.

But we don't have to disappoint ourselves.  

Candace