I've been home sick for the last few days; just a cold, probably acquired in either the nursing home or the motel in Indiana, but also I think I needed a hard stop. I've been backreading the earliest incarnations of Sady Doyle's pre-2010 blog, listening to the librivox recording of Middlemarch, and just generally fucking around on tumblr. 'S been nice.

Trying to decide if I want to get serious about making plans for inauguration protests; dad's made some noise about DC, and if I pushed I could probably get that to happen, and I've got a standing invitation to stay with K. for protests in Madison if I want to drive up there. But I don't know if the payoff is worth the personal effort in this case; I find DT personally triggering, and I realized last night that I've actually been substituting Dubya's face for his when I read the news. Well, it's not like I didn't loathe Dubya enough for the both of them.