I’m angry.

I’m worried for the refugees.

I’m feeling very little hope about the future of our democracy.

I have two little kids.

I did laundry and filled my gas tank because a (probably right wing) prepper website gave me a list of things I could do today.

I cleaned out three cupboards and my closet because I can’t sit still.

I faxed Dianne Feinstein because I’ve been trying to call all week and I can’t get through.

I definitely should not be reading The Road right now.

I packed a backpack with necessities in case I’m stuck at work when disaster strikes, but then I thought about The Road and hoped if nuclear war happensĀ that I’ll just be incinerated in the first round.

Everything is completely hopeless.