My prole version of “defeatism” is when the political crisis is so bleak and seemingly hopeless that you just want to sleep through the next four years and wake up when it’s over.

Only, it won’t be over, the damage and devastation will be so great, it will take more years or decades just to undo it and get back to square one.  Some damage will be permanent.

Sometimes the mere act of forcing yourself to get up and find others to help or just be with is resistance.

On that note, here are more photos of sneaky plant infiltrations, crafty homey scenes, and the “secret” crypt cleanup project, with some moving help from K.  It helps keep me going.