DON'T WORRY, BABY

I have a baby now. I’m thinking as I write this on the couch next to that little colicky version of myself and my wife mushed together that it might have been a bad idea. It’s 5 a.m. on March 7, 2025, and I’m expecting the news of the day on the state of the country to be worse than the day before since yesterday’s news was just a tad shittier than what preceded it.