The blood pressure and fury has subsided a bit this morning. It's still there, enough to keep me on top of everything that's going on, but by sheer effort – and chemicals – I've managed to take a deep breath and reduce my stress. My incredibly high stress.
In other news, unrelated to the impending implosion of my country, I'm taking my daughter to get her driver's permit today. That means she'll be able to drive legally with a parent/guardian. So all in the greater Fox River Valley area are encouraged to flood into the streets, avoiding sidewalks, parking lots, and corn fields.
And now I must go get read for said journey, though anything I decide to do with my hair will be for nought. It's incredibly humid today, and threatening rain. In other words, my hair will go Einstein in less than 10 minutes.
I'm hoping to avoid the news for a weekend, to allow my mood to stabilize. Staying in flight or fight mode isn't good for the health, though screaming epithets at the television may act to release steam.
In my special place… In my special place…