Snacks for Dinner and Back-stroking Velociraptors

Also: unhinged historical reenactments, letters of recommendation, and an almost-hat

How are you?

I’m still coping with the all-too-familiar combination of dread, anxiety, rage, despair, hope, and desperate energy that seems to be part and parcel of being a human who cares about other humans in America.

It’s muggy and gray and greasy outside. I’m feeling kinda nauseous and could probably start crying with very little provocation. We slept…