Listen. Do you hear? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when Rugen slaughtered my father. The [women of America make] it now.

– Paraphrased from The Princess Bride

With forty-five days to go until the election and the devastating death of a beloved feminist leader on top of the rest of the shit 2020 has thrown at us, here’s my plan for this weekend:

• Get some sleep. I’ve been exhausted this week and won’t be able to keep going if I don’t start with this step.
• Send out postcards to voters. I bought 100 yesterday. Let’s see if I can put a dent in them this weekend. I need to buy more stamps first.
• Rally at the Supreme Court Saturday night.
• Make some political donations. Q3 ends in just over 10 days. Let’s make our money work.
• Spend time outside, including getting out on the bike (instead of hitting the gym à la RBG) and down to the garden.
• Finish my shawl, so I have new neckwear to express my dissenting opinion with the government’s choices.
• Hang up our new Halloween-colored fairy lights and paint my nails in fall hues, because we need light in the darkness.
• Do laundry, including linens and towels. (Mount Laundry is getting to be about as tall as RBG was.)
• Record a presentation (on cancer) for work. (Doing it at night should cut down on the ambient noise.)
• Bake cookies, because RBG is dead and we all deserve to drown our sorrows with sugar.

How about you? What’s on your agenda for the weekend?

Also, universe, watch out for Michelle Obama. 2020 has its sights on everything good in the world and I’m worried.