Too much going on...

My brother is at home with hospice coming in 3 times a week to work with him. Make him comfortable. And he seems to have calmed down a lot. He has good moments and bad, but the wild swings seem to have settled except for one thing...he won't eat.

I don't think it's right to make him do what he doesn't want to do. His cancer is terminal. He's not a candidate for chemo or surgery. So my thought is to just handle any pain and let things take their course.

My sister is dealing with this almost completely on her own. She's got some help from her husband and a nephew, but overall it's been on her. I'll do what I can to take over when I go down, giving her a break from it. But I don't know how much I can do. Guess we'll see.

The murder of Alex Pretti is also weighing on me, because the lack of full and complete pushback by Democratic leaders just confirms in my heart and soul that America is morally bankrupt. To allow the ICE thugs who shot that man nearly a dozen times as he lay on the ground...after he tried to help a woman they had attacked...to just walk away is depraved beyond belief.

I can't accept it. I can't handle it. I don't know what to do in response to it. The life I'd taken for granted in America is shattered...and I'm at a loss. The billionaire class has manipulated the MAGAt Cult into becoming their attack hounds, and they seem to be winning the battle. Good does not triumph here. It can't. Not enough people want it to.

I've tried to work on Taking Nicky, and did get a little more done, but finally just gave in, set up my laptop to play some Midsomer Murder mysteries and ironed my shirts and pants from weeks worth of laundry. Kept my mind off everything for a little bit.

It snowed all day, but now the clouds are gone and the half-moon is visible. Whatever happens won't be the end of the world...just the end of our lies about ourselves being decent human beings.