This is the year of cursing, and I am trying to pace myself.
A few days after the election, I canceled cable tv.
I was done, and content to read for a while.
I had to go to chicago, sadly, for a funeral of someone I really liked.
He had died on election night.
On the way home, O'hare was awful. Endless little mobs at the sea of self-serve check-in machines: understaffed by overworked people as the frustrated passengers gathered and pressed. TSA staff threw luggage on surgical tables with lazy disdain, opening most in slow motion and swabbing compartments and underwear while wearing latex gloves.
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