I'm shattered

Well, that's an exaggeration for me personally, but less so for these remains of a large mirror that until late last night sat on top of some shelves in my apartment. (Or our honor and reputation as a country, though that is not something I have the energy to think about today.)

Yesterday after having made it to class at the last possible minute because I could not find my phone, I got a text during lunch because of fraudulent charges on the credit card I use most often. They're issuing a new card, and while I'm grateful that it's being taken care of, it means I will have to go through the tedious process of updating all the automatic charges.

Another series of texts late that afternoon informed me that I am an "ignorant moron" who should leave the USA for Ukraine. This was apparently in response to some texts the previous day on the teachers' group chat, expressing our anger over the White House meeting and joking that we should leave and open a language school in Europe. This was unnerving, to say the least. It was not only the malicious tone of the texts, but the fact that our chat had been intercepted and read by some unknown person. (Only those of us who had actually commented in the chat the previous day received the texts.) I know SMS texts are not really secure, and it's not as though we were plotting a rebellion but in this political climate you don't want strangers looking over your shoulder.

We set up a new group on WhatsApp, I watched some TV and tried to relax, and then broke the mirror on my way to the bathroom before bed.

Yes, that person vacuuming at midnight last night was me.