As I write this, PINO is giving a speech. I just can’t bring myself to watch. His past speeches and debates have left me feeling heartsick, and I already know this one will be no different—just more vitriol and lies, his signature blend.
Instead, I’ll read about it later. That way, I can take it in small doses, process what’s said, and spare myself the immediate frustration that comes with hearing him address the American people in his usual way. I know those who voted for him find him eloquent. We’ll just have to agree to disagree on that—and on whether he’s even a halfway decent speaker.
Meanwhile, winter is making itself known. The snow started earlier this evening and isn’t expected to stop until noon tomorrow. Forecasts predict anywhere from one to four inches of snow, with wind gusts up to 45 mph. The severe weather alert warns of potential blizzard conditions and whiteouts through the night.
Joe will be driving home at 1:45 a.m., right in the thick of it. He always texts me before he leaves work, and usually, he’s home within fifteen minutes of that message. He’s prepared—emergency supplies, a sleeping bag, and the Subaru’s onboard alert system mean he won’t be stranded for long if the weather takes a turn.
Over the next couple of weeks, he’ll be heading to work an hour earlier than usual. They’ve been falling behind ever since letting go of an employee in the manual machining department two weeks ago. Now, the backlog is catching up with them.
For now, I’ll sip my tea, watch the snow fall, and wait for Joe’s text. The storm will pass, the backlog at Joe's work will ease, and speeches will come and go. Some things are worth bracing for, and others are better taken in small doses—like political rhetoric and March snowstorms.
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