Next Monday, the Electoral College will meet to cast their votes, though the votes won’t be counted until Congress meets on January 6th.  That is also the last day for anyone in the House or Senate to object to the results of the Electoral College vote.

It feels like some of us are in the bottom portion of an hourglass, feeling the grains falling on our heads and wondering if someone will come along to flip the glass in time, or will we be buried and suffocated under an avalanche of sand.

As I said weeks ago, this election is not like any other election in recent history.  Americans elected a group of individuals (since when you’re voting for a President, you are also voting for all the people who come with said President from his Vice President to his advisors to his cabinet) that are not for ideas but against groups of people.  This isn’t the usual case where there are multiple paths forward and all have their pros and cons.  There are few people who will experience pros with this administration.  There are many more people who will experience cons.

When we can actively point out the groups that will be discriminated against under the proposed policies, the fors don’t matter when, in order to put them into action, they go hand-in-hand with againsts.

I wish everyone understood what it feels like to be in the lower bulb of the hourglass and be on receiving end of discrimination.  I don’t want other people to have to actually experience it — it’s awful to feel fear — but I can see from the way people voted that they don’t understand what life is like down here.  If they did, they would never make a decision that could possibly lead to people being in the lower bulb.

I am grateful to the people who have not experienced the fear that goes hand-in-hand with discrimination but were able to imagine how horrible it would be to have people shout a racial slur at you or how it feels to walk up to your shul and see it covered in swastikas and hate slogans and voted accordingly; especially to people who wanted a third-party candidate and chose to vote for Hillary Clinton not because they were for Hillary but because they were against hate and were going to do everything within their power to stop this situation from happening.

Hate isn’t just words.  Hate isn’t just images.  They are proof of an ideology; its manifestation in visible or auditory form.  And history has shown us time and time again the results of that hate-filled ideology.

So we wait for next Monday and then we wait all the way until January 6th to find out if anyone is going to flip this hourglass or if some of us are going to drown.

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Atlas Obscura also had an article about bibliomania, a neurosis that afflicted people in the 17 and 1800s and caused them to spend all of their money collecting books.  (Or, in some cases, risked it all to steal books.)

In the case of bibliomania, it sounds more like any obsessive collecting — from rare comic books to Pokemon — but I clicked on the article due to the excerpt because it hit close to home.

I am a book hoarder.  I own more books than I could ever find time to read, plus I buy more books despite having stuff I’m excited about on my to-read list.  I hint to people that I really would love that book that they mentioned that they don’t want anymore.  I am about one step away from stealing library books like the first guy in the article.  At least the people in the article had an excuse — books were rare and hard to obtain.  Commercialization was supposed to be the cure.  But look at me!  I am a danger to all little free libraries in America.

Is there anything you collect without knowing what you would ever do with the collection?

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I’ve obviously been giving a lot of thought to happiness this year through SuperBetter.  I don’t know why I connected with that book whereas all the other “happiness”-themed books rolled off my skin like my internal vinegar repelled those books’ oil.  Maybe it’s because SuperBetter doesn’t directly aim you toward happiness, though admits that happiness tends to be where people end up.  More on that over the next few weeks as I finish up unpacking my thoughts on the book and how I set up my own personal challenge.

Despite all of that, I clicked on Atlas Obscura’s recent post about a man who drew a map for 18th century foundering youth who couldn’t figure out the way to happiness.  I mean, if there was a direct route, I wanted to know about it.  Enough with this traipsing willy-nilly through the woods trying to find the other side.

Spoiler alert: It’s just freakin’ hard work and morality.  That’s the secret sauce: passion, reason, and religion.

But… I guess the idea interested me because, so often, people DO speak about happiness as if it is a tangible object or physical space that people can get to akin to hopping a plane to London.  (Unless you live in London, and then change that to hopping a plane to New York.)  You can find happiness in the physical space of tidy drawers.  Or happiness in a well-padded bank account.  Or happiness in a perfect vacation.

There are places that make me happy, even when unhappy things happen there.  And there are places that don’t make me happy, even when happy things happen there.

If you were to stumble upon a map, one that led you on a long journey from place to place but promised happiness in the end, would you take it?  And why would be believe that map anyway when you know that life itself is a long journey from place to place and happiness can never be promised?

I cut Truman’s nails for the first time this week.  Prior to this point, I brought him back to the place where we got him, and the woman there cut his nails for $10.  But she retired at the end of the summer, and while our vet is happy to trim his nails if he happens to already be there for an appointment, it feels a little weird to drive out there strictly for a mani-pedi.

It was time to put on my big girl panties and take care of my pig’s nails.

I was given the advice to trim just a little off the tip, spreading out the task over several days.  This is great advice in theory, though I’m not sure Truman’s heart (or mine) could take several sessions of clipping in a single week.  The poor boy immediately panicked when I held his paw, and he let out the saddest, most terrified shrieks as I cut.  It took a good half hour of stroking his back interspersed with picking up his paw and attempting to cut again to finish his hands.

I nicked him on the last nail.  I knew it had happened because he immediately started thrashing and squeaking.  When I pulled his hand away, his blood was smeared against my skin.  I felt awful.  He felt awful.  He still is looking at me strangely, as if to say, “I thought we were friends.”  I am so sorry, Truman.

Especially because I’m going to have to that again soon.

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The twins’ book, Hello Scratch! is on sale (1/2 off!) until December 15th from the Manning website.  They write: “Just enter mlbelllt in the Promotional Code box when you check out. Expires Thursday, December 15. Only at manning.com.”  You know, if you were looking for a totally awesome Christmas gift for an elementary or middle school aged kid…  Just sayin’…

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Stop procrastinating.  Go make your backups.  Don’t have regrets.

Seriously.  Stop what you’re doing for a moment.  It will take you fifteen minutes, tops.  But you will have peace of mind for days and days.  It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “For December: Staying Afloat” (Different Shores)

Okay, now my choices this week.

I also picked a Different Shores post, though a different one.  I loved her post about Jennifer Aniston.  Admittedly, I never paid much attention to her while she was on Friends.  I liked her on the show, but… you know… I’m too busy mooning over Doctor Who.  But in recent years, especially since she always sticks to the same message, driving it home every chance she gets — women are more than their uteruses — I have been impressed by her efforts and cheering her on.  Thank you, Jennifer Aniston, for using your platform to spread such an important message, and thank you, Different Shores, for highlighting it.

Ms. Infertile has a post about questions at dinner parties.  I love the power in this ending: “I speak about many ways this path is resolved and how the childless resolution is one that sadly gets too little focus: infertility might have tried to make me childless, but it didn’t made me childfree, I chose that. There is power in that choice.”  It’s a gorgeous piece that will make you think twice before asking questions at the next dinner party.  For us, it’s infertility.  For someone else, who knows what they dread as they go into social situations.

Lastly, Who Shot Down My Stork? has a post that made me laugh so hard that I cried.  It’s about her child, who is currently going through the stage where she places everything in her mouth (and makes sure you’re watching before she does it so you know).  I tried to read this to Josh but gave up at this: “She learned to push them back, exposing the tasty underbelly of the crib, and proceeded to gnaw her way into blissful oblivion.”  I was still laughing hours later.

The roundup to the Roundup: Poor Truman gets his nails clipped… by me.  The twins’ book is on sale.  Your weekly backup nudge.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between December 2nd and 9th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.

I’m back hanging out with My Fitness Frenemy.  It sucks to be logging my food once again, but I need something to keep me honest.  I have been slipping.

I start out with good intentions with all the healthier living stuff.  For instance, I wanted to get more sleep, so we instated the “devices off by 10:45 pm” rule.  In addition, we would read from 10:45 to 11:15 pm, then get ready for bed and have the lights off by 11:30 pm.  The first few nights, everything went according to plan.  Devices and screens were off by 10:45 pm.  We read books.  The lights went off.  I fell asleep easier.  All was well.

And then the creep started.  First it was devices that were still on at 10:50 pm.  Then it was checking email one last time before I went to bed after reading for a half hour.  Then it was opting for the television episode instead of the book because it was Daredevil Monday.  (I’m assuming everyone celebrates Daredevil Monday, which is the most sacred day of the week, dedicated to all things Daredevil from the comic books to the television series.)

And now our evenings are a mish-mash where sometimes we’re fantastic about getting to bed on time, and sometimes we suck, and our nights look very much as they did before we instated the rule.  That’s what I mean by slipping.

The same thing happened with SuperBetter.  I went from doing all the exercises everyday, to doing the exercises sometimes, to doing the exercises every once in a while, to having three good days in a row and then a week of nothing.

Or wishing happiness to others.  The alarm still goes off every hour on the hour, and most of the time I send out my happiness wish, though I’ve had a few moments where I have snarled into the silence of the house, “I don’t wish anyone else happiness at this moment, universe, YOU JUST INTERRUPTED MY CHAIN OF THOUGHT.”

It’s not that hard to enter my food and exercise in My Fitness Pal.  It’s a few clicks several times a day.  I know seeing it in black and white helps me to make good decisions, and at this point, I’m over the hump; that difficult period where you’re hungry all the time because your stomach needs to get accustomed to the smaller amount of food.  So I’m not sure why I allow things to slip over and over again, especially knowing that I am generally happier when I follow the plan.

So this is it: Anchoring myself here in healthy living land.  I think.