Light snowfall here in Ohio, and the weather report was mixed with grim coronavirus forecasts. I want to believe things are moving in a better direction, that these days of anxiety and pain might produce a better world.

Tonight I realized I hadn’t thought about the president in days, and the effect is like the relief when a pounding headache fades. I’m not sure if this is due to a healthier media diet on my part or if he’s temporarily disappeared to sulk in some gold-plated room, only to return in worse form. Pointing this out, however, raises the white bear problem.