I'm feeling a savage joy at the knowledge that Trump is twisting and turning slowly in the wind with every new batch of votes.
Probably enhanced by three sleepless nights and the dopamine of a good walk around my town on a gloriously sunny day.
I drew a tarot card for today, and it was the Star. A naked woman kneels at the edge of a small pond, with a pitcher in each hand, pouring water into the pond and on the dry land. Keywords: hope, inspiration, positivity, faith, renewal, healing, rejuvenation. Fingers double-crossed on a fascist-free future.