This was a week filled with anxiety, frustration, and finally, thankfully, celebration. Andy and I, and much of the rest of this country, have been waiting four years for this particular celebration, and Saturday morning when we woke to the news that the Associated Press had officially called the election for Biden, I immediately climbed out of bed and popped open a bottle of sparkling wine. Not the same bottle from four years ago (bubbles don’t last that long around here) but close enough. And it turns out that celebrating Kamala Harris as our first woman of colors, first daughter of immigrants, first so many other things vice-president felt just as good as I’d expected celebrating a win for Hillary in 2016 to feel. After a year where so little has gone as anyone has expected or wanted, it felt so good, for once, to have something to celebrate.
Comforts to get me through what I knew would be a long week: chocolate & candles for the work day
Plus a surprisingly addictive & fascinating book. If you haven’t already, I’d highly recommend giving this a read!
