“I say to you today, my friends, that in spite
of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment,
I still have a dream.”
— Dr. King
I’m stuck in a bad dream. In this dream, the election is too close to call, and when it’s called, things will just get worse. We are hopelessly split, mired in despair with no way out. There is no scenario in which things will work out OK.
It will go on for days, for weeks, for years. It will get worse, not better. We will never reconcile. There is no hope. I’m hating this dream.
And then, I wake up. Except not really.
There isn’t enough pizza …