Election Diary, Six Days to Go. Torpor.

My husband’s back went out. I have always been skeptical of people with back problems so I suppose it’s my karma to have this added to the stress of the week right now. Even he says it’s probably psychosomatic. Psychosomantic or not, it requires compassion and care. I have to watch the World Series, make decent dinners, things of that nature. I cannot simply flop into the chair at my desk and wait for destiny to play itself out and that is actually what I want to do. That’s all I want to do.

I continue to get the little house ready, although I have slowed down on that and am feeling a fair bit of apathy as the week plays out and various reports from around the world keep reminding me that there is at least 50/50 chance that we will wake up to a Trump Presidency two weeks from now. I don’t want to think of humanity this way.

The weather continues to be disturbingly “beautiful.” Is is dry and sunny every day but today I noticed a kind of grey haze hanging in the air. It’s not smoke or smog or fog, I don’t know how to describe it other than that the atmosphere seems tired and heavy right now. It is 20F hotter than it should be and there seems to be no end to that trend in sight.

My car is still in the shop, so I drove Steven to the pharmacy to get a prescribed back brace. I insisted we go to the walk-in urgent care clinic just to make sure we’ve covered the bases but they had closed early for the day. I will take him tomorrow, whether he likes it or not. I love him but when the going gets…