There is nothing more I can do today that will change the election results. I’ve voted, I’ve texted, I’ve sent letters, and I’ve written checks. I’m prepared to send more checks if, as expected, there is an extended legal battle. So now I’m going to turn my attention in another direction, while feeling somehow guilty that I can’t do more.
One of the things getting us through this pandemic is our new happy-hour-at home-tradition. We’ve focused happily on three-ingredient cocktails mostly featuring gin and bourbon, but now I want to learn more about traditional low ABV apertifs, including sherry. I have added Tio Pepe Palomino Fino to our pre-dinner menu.
Another life-saver has been the garden and the many sunny days we’ve enjoyed this fall. After a summer during which it was devastated by wall repair, I’ve re-planted my front garden and am hopeful that it will again be beautiful in the spring, especially the thymes and lavenders I’ve added.
Uncertainty and powerlessness. Not a good combination.