Just bopping in after my trip to DC. It was long and hard, it opened old wounds, but it was the right thing to do.
I haven't had a chance to catch up on news, protests, etc., so after arriving home, I did shop to prepare for the snow that's expected here. Shame on me for shopping during a boycott without knowing, but I think I'll be forgiven all things considered.
There were some real George Bailey moments for me in DC this trip, and I'm still processing. But being there, in the core of it all, it was like DC (as in the real residents) intended to just go about their lives. I know I kept feeling that what was prominent now will be a flash in the pan. There was a foot of snow on the ground covered by ice, and no signs of melting as the temperatures didn't even make it to the mid 20s at the warmest point of the trip. Residents laughed at the inability to move the snow, and slipping as they tried to go around, but they did so with cheer for the most part.
My reason for being in DC was sad, but there was a total Capraesque vibe for me the whole time. It made me realize that we shouldn't overlook small beginnings or acts, and how such things can make major changes. It's good to be home, snuggled in, and to have the time to reflect on it all.
Hope all here are doing well in spite of all the drama we've been facing.