Melancholia

I think I'm writing this post just so I can use the word melancholia. I like it. And I DO think, as I just said to my friends, that we are all in some kind of Trump induced melancholia. I started a discussion about kosher salt on Facebook yesterday and it was the highlight of my day....and it got some 50+ comments so I can't help but think that everyone is looking for something else to focus on too.

We shall all soldier on, that I know. I need to write a bunch of postcards this weekend...I'm better at that then phone calls.

No other news to report except that Owen came home from school and said, "One of my teachers sounds like George Clinton." Then he thought a moment and said, "No, wait, Bill Clinton." 

The mind reels. Math class would never be the same.

Leo and I sat together last night and went over his classes for next year. His SENIOR year. He's a stubborn little creature but damn I like him a lot. I also had a hour long text back and forth with Owen yesterday...all questions about college and tuition. I think my anti-college guy has realized that college is a way to get out of town. Ha! No shit baby. Oh, my sweet peas.