Dear Mr. VP,
Home from two nights in the woods. There was absolutely no cell or internet service at the campsite, which was lovely. I ate my s’mores with no idea of what was going on in the world. Even when I had service, I mostly skipped the news, though I did hear a woman at a state park tell her elderly parent than 45 had been tweeting “really insane” things (as if this is different from usual).
Now I’m back in the real world and again horrified at all that is happening. It’s sort of like overload after two days of not exposing myself.
The urge to just hole up in the woods is strong. Except, I would miss The Great British Baking Show.