Excuse me. Is your head spinning?

How about some art and potatoes?

This morning, when I got up, I did my usual: started the coffee, opened the shutters, turned on the lamps against the winter gloom. But when I opened the front door to collect the morning papers, I ended up not collecting them at all. I ended up shutting the door with an aching heart. I couldn’t yet face seeing what the bull in the china shop had done NOW.

Whatever your political convictions, I’m going to imagine that nearly all of us are a little unnerved. And that we are availing ourselves of specific comforts, be they food or friends or faith or art. For me, art of all kinds—music, photography, paintings, and oh my, literature, help to soothe and remind of things better than those that keep me awake at night. (They DO keep me awake. It’s kind of terrible, lying there in the dark, blinking and afraid and sad, feeling like a condor is sitting on my chest. Or, you know, an elephant. A pregnant elephant.)