No plans for the day except watching The Royal Rumble. I haven't been deeply invested in the men in tights opera in years, but it's a tradition and one of the few positive connections to my childhood and memories of my father's side of the family, so we'll pop some popcorn and have a watch.
In the meantime, I'm going to read and maybe write, though all my body wants to do is slouch, slack-jawed and stupid, in front of the TV. Maybe I will. I'm not sure my heart can stand reading about innocent black men being lynched for a rape that never happened and not being pardoned for seventy years, long after they and most of their relatives are conveniently dead.
Ain't America so damn grand?
In the meantime, I'm going to read and maybe write, though all my body wants to do is slouch, slack-jawed and stupid, in front of the TV. Maybe I will. I'm not sure my heart can stand reading about innocent black men being lynched for a rape that never happened and not being pardoned for seventy years, long after they and most of their relatives are conveniently dead.
Ain't America so damn grand?
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