Dear J,

P got angry today. He keeps thinking at some point the GOP will repudiate the mob; he keeps getting disappointed. I told him I heard him, that I agreed that disappointment and moral outrage are valid responses to the attempted violent overthrow of a landslide election. The Greeks (I said to him, knowing nothing cools tempers and lifts spirits like a philosophy lesson) held that outrage about injustice was both useful and admirable, because without outrage things never get better.

But when anger makes it impossible to enjoy the day, when being mad won’t let you sleep or eat, when rage ruins every waking minute… I can testify it’s not a fun way to live. (He wasn’t mollified. Fair enough.)

My current theory is we should be squeezing as much happiness out of the day as we can, but… it’s not always an easy mind set to embrace.

Hey, I got laundry done today! Other incidentals… My new PC is much, much faster than the old model; download speed is literally 10x better. The roast was good… Paul finished off the last of the leftovers for lunch today. Penny is trying to conceal a little creakiness in her joints, but that doesn’t stop her from scaling her tower and insisting on morning snuggles from me.

Hope you’re babying that bum knee of yours. My right arm is pain free, but I’ve lost the ability to raise it much higher than level with my shoulder. Which… is fine, for now.

Just gotta hold on for a while.

Love. Also ::hugs:: 

C/