I refuse to despair. I am calm now above the roiling sea of dread, and there is chocolate at hand and Greek to be done, and the perfect autumn day outside is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I'm nearly done with Herodotus. There are various encouraging and hopeful things (mostly from the LotR books and movies) floating around in my head. I think I have never loved America more; I am not wholly alone; and doom is not yet fixed.
But still I am afraid. Deeply afraid.
But still I am afraid. Deeply afraid.