I don’t know about you, but I’m floundering. The world may not be any better or worse than it’s always been, but it seems louder somehow. It hurts my spirit. The Nazi president* gets worse and worse, an Olympian feat. Significant challenges confront us as individuals and a collective, and the people who don’t care seem to always be the ones in position to do something, yet they do nothing.
And our beloved Knicks are still off-Broadway. There are no games to speak of. The wait for a head coach to be named feels almost as long as the quarantine.