It’s been barely a month since I began my hiatus from the blog, and I feel like Rip Van Winkle. You know that story—Rip sleeps twenty years through the American Revolution and wakes to find everything changed. I took time off in hopes of getting a handle on the daily mutations enacted by our delusional President. Now my metaphorical twenty years have passed, and every day brings forth a new monstrosity. I may go back to sleep. Continue reading “Waking Up”