I’ve had worse days, I guess
Number of Arnold Horshack-sounding belly laughs out of me today: 1
Number of random crying jags: 2
Number of times someone said, “Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation this week?”: 3
Number of articles left to edit at 4 p.m.: 4
Here’s to not hearing another Trumpish cocaine stiff for the balance of the day. I have a big fight to go have with a neighbor later, so I’m saving my rage for that.