Wow, I really don’t know what to say anymore! About the world! At least in straightforward language. There are a lot of people doing wonderful, important reporting on the ways in which our country is falling apart, but my own mind has been burrowing into itself, coming up with increasingly arcane images bespeaking disaster.

Just as an example, I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was working a holiday shift at a department store, and that when our shifts ended we were all required to take a group dip in a company hot tub, wearing borrowed underwear.

I hope the impeachment moves swiftly today. I hope that people stay safe, and help one another, and look at the world with clear eyes. I hope you are gentle with yourself, as you deal with the dizzy feeling that both nothing and everything is happening. Personally, I’m great at putting pressure on myself and not so great at taking it off, but I have spent the past couple of mornings curled up under a heating pad, reading books. I bought a truly enormous tamale pie for dinner last night. The birds are dive-bombing one another, and they never miss a turn.

It’s cold outside, but not for long.