i dreamed i found in my closet wonderful flexible boots and i texted r. forget about the boots i have wonderful boots after all. all day after that i was so disappointed. i loved those boots and so looked forward to waking up and putting them on. now a day later i am still in my toe shoes and the first snow is flying. 
last night we saw an inconvenient sequel and i saw how al gore aged between the inconvenient truth and it's inconvenient sequel. how many disappointments he has had. and in the end trump. but it's not the end, and he keeps on, suffering and working so hard for sanity on earth. 
my next book is how do i explain this to my kids: parenting in the age of trump, even if i'm not a parent i wonder what to tell the kids, and i do use that form of address here, but i have no idea what i would tell my kids, i probably would hug them like i do the dogs, for dear life, with no idea what to say, not wanting to say, kids, we are done for, with all their life ahead. 
i want to say it will get simpler, but experience tells me it will continue the other way.