I need a nap

Does anyone else also need a nap?

I need a nap.

Seriously, a long nap.

Maybe a nap that results in either:

A. The removal of my brain.

B. A one-way ticket to a remote island.

C. A large quantity of drugs.

Waking up this morning to the Supreme Court ruling was hard enough. Like, profoundly hard. But this … shit … never … ends. Donald Trump posts the above image. Gas prices rise and rise. Ken Martin appears on Pod Saves America and reminds us how wimpy the national Dems have become. The Jets have Geno Smith at quarterback. Pete Hegseth’s testimony reminds us what a smug asswipe he is. Nobody who supports Trump cares about anything he does. Ever. Never, ever, ever. Good people turn bad. Bad people turn worse. A climate change denier heads the EPA. A lunatic decrees vaccines are dangerous. A reality TV star heads transportation.

It just beats me down and beats me down and beats me down.

So—what do I do?

This.

I come to Laguna Coffee Company. I buy a drink. Maybe an avocado toast. I take deep breaths. I remind myself that the fight—all fights, really—is long. I talk to my wife. I talk to my kids. I look forward. I think ahead. I plan. I embrace.

I breathe.