Before elections, chop wood, carry water.
After elections, chop wood, carry water.
And after attempted coups? Get to work.
Monday was "Plough Day" in England, a traditional commemoration of the first Monday after the Twelve Days of Christmas, when everyone was expected to be back at work.
"Hands on the plow," forgive the American spelling, is a good metaphor for keeping at work.
It's a very tough period for us these days. Of course I want Trump gone and this, all of this, is not supposed to happen. We're supposed to have a peaceful transition, not oust a so-called president with days to go in his term because he's that dangerous to our democracy.
Hands on the plow.
I'm writing postcards to voters this week for a special state house election in Alabama.
Hands on the plow. pen.
Writing for Crooks and Liars, as always.
Hands on the plow. keyboard.
Knitting, of course. A very pretty swatch for a planned sweater for ME.
When I'm tempted to start handwringing about what really is the explosion of the Trumpian zit, I remember, that's not hands on the plow. needles. (knit knit knit)
And on the longer-range to-do list, adopt a flippable Senate seat (or ten) for 2022. We really need to Joe Manchin-proof our Senate majority and keep the House.
I won't be distracted from doing the work ahead.
And a Bible verse for the sooner-to-be former President
Best wishes to these workers. Chop wood!
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