Not even the world’s strongest antidepressants—or the strongest drinks—could make me okay with this billionaire-funded slide into fascism. The oligarchs have taken over. This is pure, undiluted anxiety, and it won’t stop until this regime is toppled.

…But I’d still take some candy.

Caregiving is limitless. But we still cut up and laugh all day, even when I feel like screaming, "We're going to the bathroom—get it together!" (Then I sing "On the Road Again," and here we are.)

It's a beautiful, chilly Saturday here in Texas. The weather is as bipolar as our daily routine.