One Shall Be Called

 November 8, 2024

Slight rain last night, a glisten from the fallen leaves.

Partially it has been my interesting and ever-evolving flu (I suppose. I thought it might be pneumonia, but there’s no breathing difficulty) that has kept my mind off the Great Disaster. Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November–.Partially it has been my resolution not to watch the news for the next four years. It has worked for the last four days. I have not been upset, not been infuriated or grief-stricken, not having heard his voice or even a full iteration of his name. Indignation and outrage are the only things I have to offer at the moment, and I’m not sure they’re beneficial either to the one that gives or the one that receives. If I thought fury or opposition would help one thing, I would indulge them. Greater faith sees justice working itself out even in defeat, and I am confident that the Orange Menace will not enjoy one day of his reign, neither will he complete his term. Then we are left with Vance, but that is bridge further on. The conviction of my sprit at the moment is that the time of tribulation will not affect me personally. It is horrible to say that, but one trusts that when one might be effective, one shall be called.