I'm discouraged by the election results. I keep repeating to myself "it's never as bad as we feared and it's never a good as we hoped." And I'm thankful I'm a gay man living in a liberal city in a liberal county in a liberal state (at least the western part of the state, that is).
Writing: Submitted three stories last Saturday; received a rejection this Friday morning. While it's not completely unexpected, I had hoped that the particular story was a better fit with the market's feel (the editor told me it wasn't).
Working out: Went to the gym Monday and did stuff.
Cicero continues to want to be aggressive toward Smokey. It's a pain, because we have to shut one or the other of them into a room to keep them segregated. The cats' uneasy relationship seems to be a metaphor for so many things.