Yep, I sobbed over a good human

 I kind of expected that we would get an announcement that our President would not run for re-election and would step down.  I thought it would be this week.

I cried. I cried hard.  It meant a lot when Joe won in 2020.  He made a difference.  He's a good human and my heart broke for him with the news of people wanting him to step down. I could see it too.  I feel like there were some knives being pointed at him and that makes it worse.  He fought the bully and someone should come in and finish the job. I think what a better way for a prosecutor to take on a felon.  It's a sad day but it's a day where there will be something new on the horizon.

I heard from Corinne who's trolling people on Twitter or X that Trump donated to Kamala Harris' campaign when she ran for attorney general in California.  God bless her.  That made me smile.  

I love the fact that it took the spotlight off of Trump and the Kotex on his ear.  I love hearing that people want to volunteer.  Yeah, I am thinking about the postcards I threw out.  Ok, I'll try to make up for that.  Can I say the cat ate them?  It's been chaos and worry for all of us.

I didn't really see too many dogs on my walk.  I had people say good morning to me which always surprises me.  I say it back but it's like wait?  Are you a friendly person?  Are you a good human, maybe?  

I was happy when I was able to get on the freeway when I headed home but I had a moment of panic when I saw there was a mattress blocking one of the lanes and cars were speeding so fast I couldn't get in another lane. I had to stop.  Once I found my moment to go, I headed for the first exit.  I'll get there.  Anxiety kicked in. I did take the freeway over to the east side where I do my weekend walks with my big tank car.  I miss my toy car, have I said that?

I have been listening to Will Wheaton's book, Still a Geek.  It's 24 hours long and I think I have less than 7 hours left.  It is good.  I liked listening to him talk about dealing with his chronic depression.  You're still a normal person. It's not something where you got to dump a bucket of water on someone when they say you do have some issues with depression.  

I saw something this morning that when someone struggles with depression, they are not looking for advice.  They are looking with empathetic listening skills.  That summed it up for me.  

Anyone out there with empathetic listening skills who wants to hang out?  Sigh.

I hope that Joe Biden knows he made a difference in people's lives and that we love him for his decency.

Page 55 and 56 summed it for me in Promise Me, Dad.  

He's a good good human.  Yeah, I'll get back to work on some postcards.  Maybe make up for the ones I threw out.  Oops.

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