These are difficult days.
I feel torn by wanting to disconnect completely, and feeling responsible for being somewhat aware of the basic downfall of our country.
Mostly I watch winter go by outside the front window, and in our living room all is quiet and calm. It feels selfish. It also feels like survival.
There is an infuriating isolation of watching what you predicted so tragically playing out.
And there is a loneliness in being right that diminishes any joy in it.
