I was having such a good evening with my husband and 16-year old daughter. She hasn't always been a bunch of fun lately, but we had a great evening. A good dinner, a fun game of Phase 10 followed by some rounds on our Elvira pinball machine. We had lights and music going, taking turns choosing songs. Definitely had been drinking a bit, but we were dancing and playing games and singing and having such a good evening.
Around 9pm, husband and I were done. I was ready to wind down and read a bit before bed. Husband came upstairs (pinball machine is in the basement), and I joined him a few minutes later. He'd turned on CNN out of habit, and the first thing he said when I came up the stairs from the basement was, "RBG is dead."
I thought he was joking. I was still singing to myself and kinda laughing from joy. I shook my head and said, "No...no. You're joking."
He wasn't.
Now I'm dejected and hopeless. Scared.
I was ready to ask my doctor to up my dosage of Zoloft, but I didn't think I'd have to ask her until after the election. I may have to ask her now.