Stuff and Moonshine

 Trying not to scream. Was going to go to a demo downtown today (because if I'm unemployed I might as well make use of my time) against the travel ban, and then with the attack on a mosque in Quebec by fucking Canadian domestic terrorists the demo was going to be a vigil as well, but Andrew's falling apart again from his new mess that were supposed to help with the neuropathy and I don't dare leave him alone and I feel like I'm having to choose between him and humanity and there's no right answer. And I'm making it all about me, which I shouldn't and I don't know what to do. Will try to at least rouse the courage later in the day to call my MP. That sounds stupid but I fear and loathe phone calls.

ETA -- by 10:30am he was feeling better. Heading downtown now, better late than never.