Friday is a day for cooking, and we’re trying to get a family together before we go different ways this summer.  So we invested in cooking for the various and different tastes of everyone.  

For some reason, though, it exhausted me – maybe because I didn’t sleep at night, maybe because Trump didn’t sleep all night.  I’ve never felt so strongly the immediate and intimate effects of world politics on my every move as I did today.  Even the carrot soup was affected.