I started writing this about ten days ago. I don’t feel fizzy and funny and fine, and don’t know if I could find a lyric that would work. I do feel pretty. I got my hair cut. I feel so much better. I mention this mostly to illustrate how mundane and ineffective I feel.

I don’t know if I mentioned this already (the memory is the first thing to go, and next comes laziness and not looking to see if I might have mentioned it), but forgive me if I have. In the afternoons I have been reading “The Splendid and The Vile” by Eric Larson. It is about Churchill during the Battle of Britain. I am enjoying reading it aloud and hearing the voices of the people who witnessed history. It strikes me how life continued almost normally while the world was falling apart. So, here we are.

Anyway, stay safe and sane and let’s not give up or give in. We will vote in November, and it may not be magic, but we have to hold out hope.