My inbox and my feed, it is a parade of dementia and cancer and wildfires and elections and, and, and. The onslaught is both intimate in its horrors and expansive in its scope. This week, I have, for the first time in my life, wailed with grief. But also, and I mean this truly, I have howled, HOWLED, with laughter. I made this space because the horrors are fully represented; they need no more soldiers or Substacks. But the laughs, the ones alone in bed, shaking so hard with laughter that you're afraid you might wake up your spouse? I want, no, need, more of those right now.