Used to be the best thing going. So easy.
All of the things you fear have already happened.
Where?
IIRC a middle of nowhere night shift where anon said, "Is anyone here?" And there was a reply.
Won't trade this life for nothin.
So, Q, let's have a chat. I showed up again. You showed up again. Let's think of it as a class reunion where we're trying to survive each other.
Halper lost a ruling. Halper is a big get. Not sure I'll see FISA unwound in my lifetime.
My kids are all over the place. One makes me test everytime before I see her. Another is procreating with abandon. A third is on the West Coast pretending that life is FINE.
I've come to terms with the long game. I mostly see the plan. But how, exactly, am I supposed to maintain my sanity for the next six years? I'm old. I'm tired.
Please advise.
God be with Miss Mollie.
Many thanks anon.