This morning, I made avocado toast for myself and my husband. For him, avocado and fried egg atop an English muffin. For me, avocado and tomato on toast. It was delicious. How much longer will I be able to buy avocados, eggs, tomatoes? When will the shelves be empty?

Where were you at noon today? I was reading the Best American Essays 2024, specifically an excellent piece by Jennifer Senior. I sipped on some hot coffee. My husband snoozed lightly in his lounger, while my little dog curled up by my side. Then, I heard fireworks in the near distance.

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I didn’t intend to isolate. It just turned out that way. This past year, family issues have taken more from me than I had to give. I’m so lucky to have a wonderful, supportive, loving husband, but I’m afraid that sometimes I wear him out.

Once again, I can’t sleep. However, I realized something tonight. See, I have been isolating myself over this last year, for reasons both personal and political. It felt safer, somehow. But it isn’t working. I need community. It’s time to seek my people. I won’t weather the storm without them.

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Lots of people post about the miserable political future, and I won’t say that it doesn’t trouble me on the daily. However, I’m trying to concentrate on what is going to be mine to do in the upcoming days/weeks/months.

Part of me wants to haunt news sources, condemn bad actors, and resist. Part of me wants to count the days till baseball season, plan our next vacation, and write about dreamy things in my journal. My life has been challenging lately, and the urge to bury my head in the sand is strong.

Hi BlueSky! Hoping to run into old friends and make new ones!