everything blows, so here’s a picture of my cat challenging me to a game of cribbage

You learn a lot about your­self in try­ing times.

FOR EX­AM­PLE,
I don’t know ex­act­ly when I leapt over the precipice from hopeful/terrified to numb/nihilistic, but ap­par­ent­ly it hap­pened be­fore Fri­day be­cause af­ter I heard the news I got only mild­ly up­set for about five min­utes and then decided
“welp imma get drunk”
and now I’m like
“wheeeeee this coun­try is ter­ri­ble and this is the worst year ever.”

I think I’ve reached my lim­it of de­spair and now I’m just adrift.

MEAN­WHILE,
this goes in the front yard this morning.

“Whiskey, what cards does Aaron have?”

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2020 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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