Not nothing

Monday, January 20, 2025

It’s getting cold as hell tonight, and so for supper I made my platonic ideal of chili, which means it tasted like the chili my mom made when I was young. We served it with Fritos, as God intended, and with good sharp cheddar and sour cream.

There is a lot I do not like about the world right now, but on a day where many bad things happened, I managed to make good food and feed my family, and that is not nothing.

There is a lot that will need to be done over the next four years. I have zero guilt about taking time to rest from it today.