@NiveusLepus has been beautiful at gently reminding me that I'm allowed my personal upsets when the world also royally sucks. (Thank you, lovely bun!)

On my way to buy squash for soup, I ran into three street regulars: one worn ragged and getting ready to try their luck on the coast, one who is the nicest person who smells like fecal matter I've ever met, and one woman in her mid-sixties who's been struggling ever since she moved to this country.

Eight billion struggles, all of which matter.