My First Day Free

Written 2 weeks after inauguration

On the morning of my first day free from my former bookstore, I help my friend pack up her old house.

I’m supposed to be resting, recovering, but the thieves in DC are moving quickly and so must we.

I’ve already missed so much news (in the two weeks since the inauguration), my understanding lags behind, and I have had no time or energy to help anyone.

With all that’s being done, I cannot bear to sit and wait for people to come see me. I already had to do that after Hurricane Helene.

We won’t go down without a fight, for now I have the time to write. I can support those who despair, because nothing yet has surprised me, so I can be there… for everyone who was caught unaware.

I remind everyone to please practice self-care and I carefully plan a garden to share.

I’m thankful daily to have been prepared for this to happen, just a matter of time till it all becomes even more blatant crime.

We cannot afford to be meek, as the greedy wealth-class rapidly tries to dismantle every life-improving government function possible.

We cannot afford not to speak because the courts creep along like the tortoise, not the hare.

We cannot afford to let greed win, to destroy our advances, to steal our compassion.

We cannot afford to give in to the exhaustion, fear, overwhelm, or anxiety.

Now is not the time to be meek. If we do not speak now, it may be too late.

~BB.