I am feeling the usual amount of anxiety and despair and rage about the Trump Regime, which I continue to loathe with the fiery power of ten thousand suns.
I am feeling an increasing amount of stress and trepidation about the Democratic primary. Not just about what the outcome will be, and how damaged the victor will emerge for what will be a rough general election, but about the resources it will take to process the personal abuse I am obliged to navigate simply by virtue of covering candidates with very aggressive supporters.
I've got a to-do list of personal items ranging from tedious to overwhelming that is getting too long for my comfort, so I need to dig in and start tackling some of this shit!
I am grateful for my darling husband, for our home, for my friends, for all the times they make me laugh, and for Sophie, Dudley, and Zelda.
I am also, as always, glad for this community. Anyone who wants to join me in another enormous virtual group hug is welcome.
How are you?
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