After four interminable years of feeling like turkeys who’d been stuffed full with Donald Trump—his voice in our ears, his tweets waking us, his erratic moods and feuds dominating all that passed as political news—we find ourselves now in this strange interregnum. Having spent years training ourselves to ignore that which threatened to consume us, we

But for now, how much space in our brains should he continue to take up? How do we deal with an artlessly attempted coup that is formidable yet somehow not literal? Can we ignore him into oblivion—a move that hasn’t worked yet over the course of

After all, this long national nightmare is meant to be over. Right? Right? So why is it still playing, in its endless variations, on a loop? For starters, we have spent the past four

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