Glimmer of Hope
I’m calmer now, but the first few days of a holiday season stress me out. Mostly it’s because I can’t relax. As a freelancer, one gets used to working all the time. I’m not complaining, I love my work. Anyone I deal with, be it The New Yorker, agents, media outlets, are all shut down for like three weeks.
So I focus on other things. Longer projects that require quiet thinking time. I focus on my family more, on the little things in the house that need painting. Read. I try not to get angry—or scared— at what’s being reported in the news. Speaking of news, here is an old cartoon The New Yorker didn’t take, from 2015.
I don’t advocate this behavior all the time, but sometimes we need to recharge under a (literal or metaphorical) blanket. I will do that. But before I do, I have to say that the Januray 6th investigations need to be on our minds, and we need to make sure everyone votes in the midterms. Our democracy is at stake (I warned you this newsletter was going to be scattered thoughts).
Okay, enough of that for now. I’m going to make a lasagna today and a pumpkin pie, and try to keep my thoughts away from the surge in covid and Senator Manchun’s behavior.
Our daughters and their partners are coming over for dinner (we’re all vaccinated). That’s what the holiday is for.