....or AKA The Mistress Borghese is back, late in yesterday. Rested, rejuvenated, invigorated, and a sort of better outlook, ready to go back to work, gulp, but...I'll be hard to handle. Have you ever wondered about my returns to the Casa du Borghese with the houseboys? My return yesterday. I've long said that if I'm doing all wrong, I'll be alright!
More later...or sooner, or later. A busy schedule calls....
Well, in a few hours I'll be popping my little blue happy pill, (not that one, I sure don't need that one.) to calm me and make me happy for the 15-hour flight for the long-awaited vacation that's been rescheduled several times. Completely off the grid too. It remains to be seen if Warbucks and I will be as dignified as Baroness Karen Von Blixen and Hon Denys Finch Hatton. Who knows, I may even return to this god forsaken country. Blogging will return in two weeks. In the meantime.......
Still in such a rotten funk and can't snap out of it. Between the three-week showroom set up, now complete thank goodness, and the election, I'm exhausted. Knowing that many voted in a convicted criminal to the highest position in government speaks volumes about how crooked, uneducated and how morals and expectations have fallen in this country. Heck, years ago, if a candidate of any kind did just two of the things the Dump did, they wouldn't have stood a chance and then, just dropped out, or received no votes. Or resign. No one would have thought of casting a vote for them. We do we expect less now??? Like fellow blogger and Gin Blossom Jon said on Steve's blog. "Crime pays in America, it seems." He nailed it.
But my life motto and my life inspiration came to me last night. A movie I live by. Between this and my trip I hope this snaps me out of it. I like all the versions of the movie, the Roz Russell version is my favorite, but the song video isn't available. But you get the jist.