It was a bit hard to get out of bed this morning.

That strange, no-man’s-land of nothing being personally wrong, and everything being wrong in general. Am Goldilocks at the Reasonable Levels of Fear bowl, in which the implications of Whatever The Hell This Is are too enormous to ingest, while Getting Through the Day problems are so small I’m generally like WhyTF am I exhausted and hungry? The most strenuous thing I did yesterday was take a walk. Saw this on my way.

Out of both sides of my head,

a) Awwww! Humanity! We’re gonna get through this!

and

b) No way am I touching your plague box filled with a thousand tiny plague pieces.

Which made me realize I don’t have an angel on one shoulder and devil on the other. I have an anxiety monster who won’t shut the fuck up.

Anyway, woke up this morning with newfound appreciation for the song Wake Me Up When September Ends and previously side-eyed-for-misogyny fairy tales such as Sleeping Beauty.

Am on top of it for the moment: clothes on, hair combed, coffee ingested, taking a break from the internet hellspawn of woe. Yesterday, I made my kid a grilled cheese, and it was a little… charred.

She looked at me with wiggling eyebrows, pointed to the food, and said, “…Burnie Sandwich?” Kind of like the Muppets version of Bernie Sanders. And I thought it was so clever! I cackled.  She gave me a weird smile. I nodded enthusiastic agreement: Bernie Sand…wich! LOL. 

But then she was like, “Uh no. I just said it’s a burny sandwich.” So I guess she wasn’t making a clever politically themed pun at all, I am just going a little stir-crazy.

Also, this:

Our state is officially on lock down, so will be interesting to see if court cases are Essential Business.

And finally, in the past two days, I have had history lessons on The Assassination of Ferdinand of Austria by Bosnian-Serb Nationalists kicking off World War I:

and a John Green history lesson on the Mongols:

Be safe! Have fun if you can! <3 Be gentle with yourself either way.