Winter came back.
I'm tending my garden, making soup. It seems the thing to do when it is snowing and blowing outside. I have been distracted and distressed over the past few days. I am worried about my country. I really am.
All I can do is try to tamp down the anxiety and carry on. I do not possess the keys to the asylum so I am unable to confine the lunatics. So I'll eat a cookie.