I vacillate between mourning for my country and white-hot fury at the greedy, brutal individuals who are all too happy to hurt people they consider subhuman.
Compounding this on the anniversary of my mother’s death, and honestly, I think I’m going to check out for the day.
Not “check out” for good but log off for the day. I feel a migraine fighting for supremacy with my roiling stomach atm.
This calls for tea and coloring books.