Inauguration Day Eve

It’s the night before the least-popular president in decades takes office.

I’m wrapped up at home with my cat and someone who’s never asked me to change or be anything other than what I am. I’ve surprised him a few times, I’m sure, but he’s risen to meet me where I’m at every time.

Tomorrow will be rough.

But I have a pretty cool person in my corner as the country embraces its ugliest self.