I see a bowl of sloppy, wet coleslaw when he speaks.

I was already feeling my usual perimenopause morning dread cocktail when I got up this morning. My brain chemistry loves to find proof that all is for naught; I know I'm not alone in this.

Me, I'll go to a 12 step meeting later. What strategies do you y'all have.

(Also I will eat something.)

Go outside. Pick up sticks in the yard. Fill up bird feeders. Find a horse farm to volunteer at to be around horses. In the spring, plant zinnia seeds. Just get outside and keep breathing.

He could use a fainting couch.

Says captain bone spurs

I wish Kamala Harris were President.

Thanks again, Senator Cassidy.

How embarrassing

Holy crap on a cracker, he’s nuts.