It's hard to think that anything is going to be normal for the foreseeable future. I am afraid for my shrinking safety net. It turns out that as violent as people say Chicago is (an exaggeration), it is one of the safe places for a person with my views.
What I would really like to do is curl up in bed and pull the covers over my head, but I'm working, taking care of Mad, loving knitting, and furiously working on the Magic Flute sweater that's due in eleven days.
A little of my Steiff dog collection, because it makes me happy.