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by Joanna Arnow<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

WEDNESDAY<\/p>\n

You bring your phone, laptop and comforter to your dirty white couch.
\nYou set up there to look at Facebook and the news.
\nThe radiator crackles and hisses.
\n\u201cGood morning,\u201d Facebook says. \u201cStay dry today in New York. Rain is in the forecast.\u201d
\nYou call your parents and cry.
\n\u201cThis is the worst thing that has ever happened in my life,\u201d you say.
\n\u201cThen you\u2019re lucky,\u201d your Mom says.
\nShe sounds angry.<\/p>\n

You feel as if you have made a horrible mistake.
\nYou feel dread like you are holding a too heavy weight, one you are about to drop.
\nYou retweet Van Jones.
\nYou invite Facebook friends to protests.
\nYou are on a mission, as long as you are checking the boxes.<\/p>\n

Everyone says they have been crying.
\nYou want to say you have been crying too.
\nBut feel you would be saying this to prove that you care enough.
\nTo prove you care as much as everyone else.
\nInstead of saying you have cried, you punctuate your sentences with grimace faces.<\/p>\n

The walls of your office are light green.
\nYour co-workers are quiet.
\nYou edit a pharmaceutical training video.
\nIn the interview shot, the psychologist sits on the right.
\nThe actress portraying a depressed patient sits on the left.
\nA large leafy plant separates them.
\n\u201cHow do you see yourself when you look in the mirror?\u201d the psychologist asks.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand the question,\u201d the actress says.<\/p>\n

Cassie comes in and her eyes are red.
\nShe is a recent graduate, wears long skirts, smiles often and genuinely.
\nYou feel it is your responsibility to hug her, since you were the one who hired her to do data entry.
\nShe rests her skinny arms around your shoulders and you see her lips tremble.
\n\u201cWe were so happy yesterday,\u201d you say.
\nYou go to the kitchen and get your daily peanut-butter granola bar.<\/p>\n

Your boss H. walks over.
\n\u201cDo you have five minutes?\u201d she asks.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d you say.
\nYou follow her down the hall.
\nShe is a trim woman in her fifties with chin-length red hair.
\nShe spent a long time trying to add you to the Pantsuit Nation Facebook group yesterday.
\nShe kept saying she did not understand Facebook because she is old.
\nShe told you she liked the reclamation of pantsuits, pussy and nasty women.
\nShe apologized for saying pussy to you in a corporate environment.
\nShe told you that she knows you have heard the word pussy before.
\nYou told her it was okay.
\nYou hoped H. saying pussy meant she liked you.
\nHer poll had been out of I Voted stickers, so you gave her your extra one.<\/p>\n

In her office now, you look at the Rorschach inkblot painting behind her.
\nShe talks about organizing a Super PAC.
\nShe says she needs to research Super PACs more.
\nHer face looks pinched.<\/p>\n

At night, you and Cassie go to Union Square.
\nYou push through the protesters so you can take a better picture.
\nCassie looks around the crowd for her friends.
\nYou take pictures of Cassie.
\nYou feel self conscious chanting \u201cNot My President\u201d in front of her while she is quiet.
\nYou tell her you don\u2019t want to keep her from meeting people, and she goes.
\nYou text five friends to see if they are around, but none respond.<\/p>\n

You are glad to be alone in the protest, because you yell as loud as you want in front of strangers.
\nYou see Michael Moore and tell him you liked his to-do list.
\nHe says he\u2019ll have another one tomorrow.
\nThe rain stops and it gets colder.
\nAt 55th street it becomes too packed to move.
\nA mysterious orange column spews steam towards the sky.
\nThe people around you look young.
\nThey sit above you on the metal poles of scaffolding.
\nYou film with your phone, trying to pan from Trump Tower to their faces.<\/p>\n

After awhile you get tired of being by yourself.
\nYour friend Jon has just posted a middle finger to Trump Tower on Instagram.
\nYou find him and his friend standing in the middle of 5th avenue.
\nJon is pale and skinny with long hair.
\nYou hug and feel his shoulder bone against your neck.<\/p>\n

You leave the protest with them to get food.
\nYou walk east, away from the crowds.
\nJon says he wants to talk to you more about organizing.
\n\u201cYou\u2019ll do that with me, right?\u201d he asks.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d you say, because you feel like you have to.
\n\u201cI\u2019m a bad organizer though,\u201d you add.
\n\u201cMe too,\u201d he says. \u201cArtists are bad at organizing. It\u2019s okay, we can be clich\u00e9s.”<\/p>\n

You go into a bagel place on 1st avenue with bright fluorescents.
\nYou did not eat dinner before the protest and now you are hungry.
\nJon and his friend Adam get bagels with cream cheese.
\nYou order a Greek salad with lite dressing.
\nYou think about the potential for weight loss in relation to protest activity.<\/p>\n

The three of you sit around an orange plastic table.
\nYou talk about why Adam is studying Yiddish.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s funny,\u201d you say, \u201cI talked to someone exploring Jewish culture last night too. It\u2019s like all the Jews are resurfacing now.\u201d
\nThey smile.
\nJon tears off more bagel.
\nYou eat your romaine and feta with a plastic fork.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d you say. \u201cI can say that because I\u2019m Jewish.\u201d
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t really offensive,\u201d Jon says.
\n\u201cNo it is,\u201d you say. \u201cThe connotation of resurfacing.\u201c
\n\u201cIt\u2019s like coming out of the subterranean underworld where the Jews dwell,\u201d Adam says.
\n\u201cYes, the connotation of rats\u2014\u201d you say.
\n\u201cRats coming out of the woodwork,\u201d Adam says.
\n\u201cThat is bad,\u201d Jon says.
\nYou look at the vats of different cream cheeses behind the glass case.
\nYou look at the metal cages of different flavor bagels.
\nYou offer to share your salad.
\n\u201cComing out of the woodwork is what I would have said, if I had slept more,\u201d you say.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to start wearing dresses to work, now that there\u2019s nothing to lose,\u201d Jon says.
\n\u201cWhat kind of dresses do you wear?\u201d you say.
\n\u201cBlack, mostly,\u201d he says. \u201cWith high necks.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s nice,\u201d you say.<\/p>\n

On the train home you sit and listen to your music.
\nThe car is crowded, people wear winter coats and mostly look tired.
\nA group of young men with face piercings stand by the door talking loudly.
\nThe train pulls into a station and one of the boys yells, \u201cFuck Trump.\u201d
\n\u201cFuck Trump,\u201d you yell back, just like you have been in the protest chants.
\nYou think they are going to continue, but the boys all get out when the doors open.
\nThe train car is quiet now.
\nYou avoid contact with the other passengers and put your earbuds back in.<\/p>\n

The train stops at Brooklyn Bridge and goes out of service.
\nTwo more out-of-service trains pass by, and the crowd on the platform grows.
\nYou wonder if the city is trying to stop protesters from getting home and sharing their protest videos on Facebook, because you get a lot less likes if you post after midnight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THURSDAY<\/p>\n

The skin under your eyebrow grows dry.
\nEven when it flakes off, more dry eyebrow grows back.
\nA mole appears under your ear.
\nWhile scratching your leg you feel a bump on your calf.
\nYou roll up your jeans and find the largest zit you have ever seen.<\/p>\n

On Facebook, you see one person post Leonard Cohen lyrics, then another.
\nYou realize this means he has died.
\nWhen you were in college, you used to go to sleep to three Leonard Cohen songs every night.
\nYou want to tell someone this, but you have no one to tell.
\nYou check your likes on Facebook and Instagram over and over and over again.
\nYou like other people\u2019s posts too to support them, but mainly so that you are not a complete monster.
\nYou read some of the articles.
\nYou feel like you do when you think about death for too long.
\nYou feel the nightmare sensation of being pressed down.<\/p>\n

You go to a meeting in Williamsburg for filmmakers figuring out how to respond to the election.
\nEveryone sits on folding chairs pushed close together.
\nThe room gets hotter and smells like sweat.
\nPeople argue about whether it is useful to try and understand Trump voters.
\nPeople talk about race, refugees, coalition-building and misogyny.
\nWhen it\u2019s your turn to talk you just say it is important to support each other\u2019s activism.
\nYou say that you have made a hashtag for this event #FilmmakersGrabBack
\nA few people laugh quietly.
\nYou feel inarticulate, insubstantial.
\nYou had wanted to say you feel encouraged to be here in this room.
\nYou hope that people will use #FilmmakersGrabBack but only one person posts.<\/p>\n

When you get home, you have a brilliant new idea for Facebook.
\nYou draft a post, \u201cWhen they go low, we go high so that we have the better position to destroy them . . . that wasn\u2019t what she said?\u201d
\nYou call a friend to ask about the wording.
\nShe does not answer.
\nYou keep calling friends until one picks up.
\nYou ask her if the post sounds too violent.
\nShe says no.
\nShe says destroy could be metaphorical.<\/p>\n

The small number of likes is lower than you expected.
\nSomeone says their cat gets the higher position by going on the fridge.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

FRIDAY<\/p>\n

You wake up with the realization that last night\u2019s Facebook post needed a picture.
\nWhile you were sleeping, the cat comment has inspired you.
\nYou google cat images.
\nYou do not shower or get dressed, because you want to post as soon as possible
\nCats Pounce, Cats Low Angle, Cats Airborne, Cat Attack, Cat Leap, Cat Hiss, Fierce Cat
\nYou spend hours searching for the perfect cat.
\nYou begin to sweat.
\nYou did not notice you have been wearing too many clothes.
\nYou move on to searches for big cats.
\nYou research fur patterns of different species.
\nLion In Tree finally gets you the right cat.
\nThe yellow cat stands on a branch, looking dead at the camera.
\nThe animal has flecks of ice on her nose.
\nYou finally post around noon and this also only gets a handful of likes.<\/p>\n

You would normally be writing every morning, but that has stopped since Tuesday.
\nYou are too self-conscious to even write in your diary, because you think what you have to say will sound stupid.
\nYou always hate rereading your diary from 9\/11 when you were fourteen and wrote that the day would have historic repercussions.<\/p>\n

You have been working on a self-referential film about your sexuality for two years.
\nYou don\u2019t see how you will be able to keep working on it now.
\nIt seems like the worst most inwards-looking film to have been working on.
\nYou consider cutting protest footage into the film, but it seems like a stretch.
\nYou feel your dreams have been shattered and you know it is selfish to even worry about them now.<\/p>\n

You also know you will never let anyone, ever stop you from making your self-referential sex films.
\nYou will especially not let white supremacists stop you from making your self-referential sex films.
\nYou will hold on to the idea that your self-referential sex films have value.
\nThat your voice still has value.<\/p>\n

You meet friends for dinner after work.
\nYou and your friend Anne wait for a table in the entrance area.
\nIt is a Columbian restaurant with multi-colored lights everywhere.
\nShe orders bean dip because she is hungry.
\nHer skin looks pink and healthy.
\nShe is a new friend.<\/p>\n

You keep an eye on your phone since your other friends are coming later.
\nClaire comes in and you introduce her to Anne.
\nYou do not like being the common denominator of new friends.
\nYou stand to offer your seat to Claire, so she can better share the bean dip.
\nClaire says no, she would rather stand.
\nShe will reach over you to get the bean dip.
\nClaire takes off her layers, smooths back her red-blonde hair.
\nShe says she has been flying on adrenaline, she is high energy.
\nShe orders white wine.
\nShe says she has thrown herself into activism.
\nThe three of you talk about Rust Belt voters.
\nYou say no one has told them manufacturing jobs aren\u2019t coming back.
\nClaire says there still will be some new manufacturing.
\nYou agree, but say it would be different, like high-level windmills.
\nClaire gives you a look.<\/p>\n

Anne says it\u2019s important to reach out to Rust Belt voters.
\nClaire says fuck understanding their racist hate.
\nAnne says her father voted for Trump.
\nClaire says hers did too.
\nMari texts you that she will be late.
\nYou say you will pretend to just be a party of three, so the restaurant will seat you.
\nClaire says she won\u2019t stay for dinner.
\nShe says she is too high energy for you right now, and she will leave after her wine.<\/p>\n

You tell her she can\u2019t just arrange to have dinner and then leave before dinner.
\nAnne tells you that this is a hard time.
\nShe says people respond in different ways.<\/p>\n

Claire asks, don\u2019t you see how high energy I am.
\nYou say that sounds judgmental.
\nYou say that sounds like we\u2019re too low energy for you.
\nYou start to cry.
\nYou say we have energy.
\nYou say we\u2019re doing activist stuff too.
\nClaire says you are projecting your own guilt.
\nThe waitress comes over and you pay for the bean dip.<\/p>\n

Claire stays for dinner, you resolve your issues.
\nYou eat the plantain chips on the table.
\nA song with a heavy beat comes on, and someone turns it up.
\nMari joins the table, bringing cold air from outside with her.<\/p>\n

Mari has wavy hair and large, dark eyes.
\nShe says she is angry at the theatre community which is faux-gressive.
\nShe talks about canvassing in Pennsylvania.
\nShe tells you her canvassing partner said Pennsylvanians liked her because of her \u201cAsian face.\u201d
\nShe talks about feeling reduced to her race.
\nShe says she hopes people will see how racist the country is, which she knew all along.
\nShe says white feminism has a history of excluding people of color.
\nShe feels angry when people on Facebook only attribute the election results to misogyny, and never mention race.
\nShe talks about how hardly anyone mentions the election’s impact on Asian Americans.
\nShe says it makes her feel invisible.
\nShe says all the other color communities of color are always mentioned \u2014 Muslims, Black people, and Hispanic, but Asian Americans aren\u2019t safe outside cities either.
\nYou notice black people at the tables to your left and right start to pay attention.
\nYou try not to worry about how loudly Mari is talking about race.
\nYou feel lectured at.
\nYou worry that you never post about race on Facebook
\nThe steaming food comes on big plates that crowd the table.
\nMari says we live in a racist culture and everyone is racist \u2014 she distrusts people who say they\u2019re not.
\nYou start to feel annoyed that she\u2019s lecturing you on a topic you agree with.
\nYou want her to know that you agree with her.
\nYou don\u2019t want to say you agree to prove yourself though.
\nYou pick at your chipotle salad.<\/p>\n

Mari says she feels it\u2019s her job to educate people about how they talk about race.
\n\u201cAre you talking about it to educate us now?\u201d you ask. \u201cBecause I also think that everyone is racist.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, I know you guys agree,\u201d she says.
\n\u201cWilliam Kunstler said everyone is racist,\u201d you say.
\nShe moves closer to hear you.
\n\u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d she asks.
\n\u201cThe lawyer who defended the Chicago Eight, Attica, the Central Park Five,\u201d you say. \u201cI interned on a documentary about him awhile back.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d she says. \u201cIt\u2019s just on my mind and good to say to you guys.\u201d
\n\u201cOh,\u201d you say.<\/p>\n

You see you have not just been listening to her.
\nYou see you have been defending yourself.
\nThe waiter comes over and clears the entrees.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s good to talk about race, and be open about it,\u201d she says.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d you say. \u201cIt\u2019s interesting I\u2019m uncomfortable hearing you talk about race, even agreeing with what you\u2019re saying.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m glad you said that,\u201d she tells you.
\nClaire gives you a look.
\nYou cannot read it this time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SATURDAY<\/p>\n

You film pumpkins in Union Square with the police in the background.
\nYou film a woman handing out safety pins.
\nYou try to get arty-looking shots of people\u2019s feet marching, but the shoes look too expensive. You worry this will send the wrong message about protesters.
\nYou look for a low hanging tree, so that you can rack focus between autumn colors and the protesters, but there are none.<\/p>\n

Your friends arrive.
\nYour photographer friend takes a picture of another friend\u2019s yellow sign, and you tell him to do it again so you can film it.
\nIt\u2019s hard to film while marching in the crowd.
\nSometimes when there\u2019s a good chant, you run to the side and film as people go by.
\nAt 23rd street you climb up on a rock, so you can get a better angle.<\/p>\n

You run into your photographer friend again.
\nHe is standing still in the middle of the protest with his camera raised, and the people marching go around him.
\nYou do this too, and it works, no one runs you over.
\nAround 34th street, you film a handsome yellow dog.
\nIt looks concerned as it watches the protest.
\nSometimes it rushes at your camera lens.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

SUNDAY<\/p>\n

On Sunday you masturbate for the first time since Trump was elected.
\nYou think about writing a detailed account of this experience, but decide it would make too much light of the election.
\nYou are angry again that you feel you cannot write self-referential sex material like usual because of Trump.
\nYou feel guilty for expending anger over your changed relationship to your self-referential sex art.<\/p>\n

Your vagina has had a bacterial imbalance for quite some time even though you have taken multiple courses of antibiotics that were supposed to cure it.
\nYou want to write about your infected vagina as a metaphor for the virulent racism, sexism and homophobia that continues to pervade the country and resist progress (antibiotics).
\nThe vaginal bacteria metaphor is even worse than the masturbation idea.
\nIt is so bad that you like it.
\nYou promise to fight against this deplorable vaginal bacteria \u2014 that of the country, and that of your own personal basket.<\/p>\n

Today is the first day that you have had to regroup.
\nYou are supposed to exercise, clean, rehearse, answer emails that have built up.
\nYou do nothing instead.
\nYou look at Facebook.
\nYou post protest videos.
\nYou post the dog watching the protest.
\nYou finally rehearse Panis Angelicus for your acting class.
\nTo brush up on the lyrics you sing the song over and over again.
\nWhenever you stop, you hear the neighbors upstairs walking around.
\nThey probably think you have lost it.
\nYou look up the English translation of the lyrics.
\nIt starts, \u201cHeavenly bread\/That becomes the bread for all mankind.\u201d
\nYou try to sing like you mean it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

MONDAY<\/p>\n

The driver calls before you are ready, and you say you will be right down.
\nYou hurry out with the tripod heavy on one shoulder, the camera heavy on the other.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s bad traffic today,\u201d the driver tells you. \u201cEverywhere.\u201d
\n\u201cOh,\u201d you say. \u201cYou\u2019re not taking Flatbush, are you?
\n\u201cNo,\u201d he says, \u201cFlatbush is always bad now, night, day. It doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d
\nA few more blocks go by.
\n\u201cIt looks like you\u2019re taking Flatbush though,\u201d you say.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not,\u201d he says. \u201cPeople keep taking Flatbush and they just sit there. I don\u2019t know why they keep taking Flatbush.\u201d
\nHe looks like he wants to talk more about traffic, but you don\u2019t want to.
\nYou put in your earbuds and look out the window at people walking to the subway.
\nThe route he is taking seems very roundabout.
\nYou worry you will be late for your shoot and keep refreshing Maps.<\/p>\n

The traffic is stop and start on 34th street.
\nAt a red light near your drop off, you get out your wallet.
\n\u201cYou can go ahead and swipe your card, sweetie,\u201d he says.
\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t call me sweetie,\u201d you say.
\nYou feel good about saying this, and your decision to speak up more since the election.
\nYou think next time you should not say please.
\n\u201cFine,\u201d he says. \u201cBut you were nervous from the moment you saw me.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, I wasn\u2019t,\u201d you say.
\n\u201cYou were very nervous about me,\u201d he says again.
\n\u201cI just don\u2019t want you to call me sweetie,\u201d you say. \u201cI\u2019m not nervous about you.\u201d
\nYou look at the license posted on the back of his seat and see his name is Mohammed.
\nYou finish paying and sit back in silence again.
\nThe light turns green, and the traffic inches forward.
\n\u201cOkay, I won\u2019t call you that,\u201d he says. \u201cEveryone\u2019s been having a hard week.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, everyone\u2019s been having a hard week,\u201d you say.
\nYou think about how you have done nothing wrong or racist like he thinks you have, how he is misunderstanding you.
\nYou think about how you were anxious about being late, which he read as anxiety about him.
\nYou think it was not nice of you to ignore him when he wanted to talk, and block him out with music.
\nYou realize you haven\u2019t thought at all about what this week must have been like for him.
\nYou feel, writing this, that you are trying too hard to show you are good.<\/p>\n

At night, you talk to a family member on the phone while you put away dishes.
\nYou mention you have donated money to Planned Parenthood.
\n\u201cPlanned Parenthood?\u201d she shrieks.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d you say.
\n\u201cI\u2019m very angry at them. Very very angry.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d you ask.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember,\u201d she says. \u201cI think they did something anti-abortion.\u201d
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make any sense,\u201d you say.
\nYou sweep the kitchen floor with a dustpan.
\nThere are large pieces of cracker everywhere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

TUESDAY<\/p>\n

Sitting on your white couch with your laptop open to Facebook, you call your congressional representatives to tell them to take a stand against the Bannon appointment.
\nNo one picks up except for the office of your congresswoman Yvette Clarke.
\nYou read the statement from the Facebook post stumbling when you say \u201cconstituent\u201d \u201cwhite supremacist\u201d \u201canti-Semitic.\u201d
\nThe man on the other end of the line tries to interrupt, but you push forward with reading the script.
\nFinally, he stops you and says that Yvette Clarke has already issued a statement.
\n\u201cShe did?\u201d you ask, feeling like you should not believe him.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d he says. \u201cShe did it last night.\u201d
\nYou realize you are disappointed now to be without a mission or a demand.
\nYou feel like you should ask for something else while you\u2019re on the phone, about the environment or the supreme court nomination, but the script you have in front of you was just about the Bannon appointment.
\n\u201cWhere is the statement?\u201d you ask.
\n\u201cYou can google it,\u201d he says. \u201cIt\u2019s online.\u201d
\nYou hear now that he sounds African American, and you start to feel ridiculous for your stumbling scripted speech demanding that your progressive African American congresswoman take a firmer stand against white supremacy.
\n\u201cOh okay, I\u2019m so glad to hear,\u201d you say. \u201cPlease tell her thank you for making a statement.\u201d
\n\u201cI will be to sure to pass it along,\u201d he says.
\nYou think about white fragility in relation to yourself, and then feel good about yourself for your race consciousness.
\nYou tweet and facebook Yvette Clarke\u2019s statement, then spend a lot of time checking to see who has liked the posts.<\/p>\n

It is blue sky and clear today.
\nFrom H.\u2019s window, you can see west down 34th street all the way to Macy\u2019s.
\nH. says she is going to charter a bus to the Million Women March.<\/p>\n

She says she wants you to film it.
\nShe says she ordinarily wouldn\u2019t bring it up at work, but you were the one who invited her on Facebook.
\nYou feel like you have to say yes.
\nYou imagine crouching to film on a moving bus packed with H.\u2019s friends.
\nYou had wanted to go the Million Women March with your friends.
\nYou tell H. that you are going earlier and she looks disappointed.<\/p>\n

H. says the mission of her Super PAC will be to elect a progressive woman in 2020.
\nThe phone rings.
\nShe says she has to take it.
\nYou stand to leave and she says sorry.<\/p>\n

You write this story about the first week of the election.
\nYou write this to confess your faults.
\nYou write this to be forgiven.
\nYour idea was that the story could somehow contribute, but you know you are writing this for yourself.<\/p>\n

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JOANNA ARNOW<\/strong> is a filmmaker and writer based in Brooklyn. She has directed several films including a personal documentary feature i hate myself :)<\/em> and a narrative short Bad at Dancing<\/em>. Her short stories have appeared in Glimmer Train Press<\/em>, Monkeybicycle<\/em> and Dogzplot<\/em>. You can find her on twitter at @arnowjo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

by Joanna Arnow   WEDNESDAY You bring your phone, laptop and comforter to your dirty white couch. You set up there to look at Facebook and the news. The radiator crackles and hisses. \u201cGood morning,\u201d Facebook says. \u201cStay dry today … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"parent":7413,"menu_order":2,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7438","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P15duy-1VY","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7438"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7447,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7438\/revisions\/7447"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/7413"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.jerseydevilpress.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}