Two weeks in, and wow. Just wow. I can't look at the news too long without descending into anxiety. So, I walk when I can. And take notice of things that are still lovely. Which makes me sound nicer than I feel.

I've been tasked with not losing sight of the beauty in the world in spite of all the ugly that's sure to come, so here's the view from my study window on this dreaded day.

Biden is concerned about the precedent he might set if he issues pre-emptive pardons? I really think we're WAY past that.

Thanksgiving at 7,400 feet.

Reading Heather Cox Richardson and getting tired of the almost constant overview of how the orange nightmare didn't actually win a sweeping mandate of the popular vote. Like... ok, thanks, we get it. But knowing this isn't going to change what's coming.