A good friend's husband is in the hospital tonight after some other person we know (it's a small town, so we all pretty much know everybody else) pulled a gun on him while he was protesting Trump's Syrian Adventure, today. Now, the husband wasn't shot. No, he shattered his knees leaping a ravine in an attempt to avoid getting shot. He's heading for surgery, now, and there is no word on the fate of the would-be shooter, at this time. It is going to be some time before he can walk again, obviously, and it might be some time before she can return to work as a result.

I am so tired of winning, right now.