The election is close.
The stock market isn’t doing any better and my 401(k) might as well not exist. I’m watching it all, day by day, like anyone else is. I pretend it isn’t real.
I have so much hope for what will happen aster it gets worse. My name, in Vietnamese, means phoenix. I have, always, maintained that is represents everything, rising from the ashes.
Hopefully, there will be no ashes to rise from, but if there are, let’s hope we’ll rise.