I feel like I am fighting a war on two fronts — the American MAGA revolution, as well as my local British skirmish with the mobsters who rob us nonstop and ignore the law. I do hope something shifts soon, as a recurring theme of conversation is "we can't carry on like this".
My friends and I feel the same. I do get weary at times to be sure, yet despite all the ups and downs in my life there's always an inner knowing that I am here until the end...
