When I come despondent about the depressing and frightful state of the union, wanting to retreat, hide, escape, my husband says the same as you — we have to live our lives, be out there, find joy wherever and whenever we can. Your story is a gentle reminder that our social and political activism needs to be tempered with moments like walking in nature, making new friends, stopping for a chat or a drink with a pal, listening to soothing music instead of the horrifying news, reading for pleasure. If we can’t find something to enjoy in our lives, what are we fighting for? Thanks for the reminder wrapped in an enjoyable story.