The narcissist in chief, the maniacal MAGA man, and certainly one of the top 25 WORST humans on the planet, has threatened nuclear war. Hinted at it. Suggested it is one of the available options. A tool in the tool kit. In his ill-conceived and illegal war he can’t win because no one knows what winning even means. No one knows the goal. (Whispers: We all know the goal.) And this deadline is in about (checks time) an hour.

It’s hard to think about anything else. The sun is shining, I hear the laundry tumbling downstairs, birds are chirping outside, there is a slight wind, my neighbour is out with his whipper-snipper, and dinner must be made soon. Everyone has to eat after all. Everyone has to eat. Everyone.

But there are about 10,000,000 people in Tehran facing annihilation. I think about the people, mostly women, trying to make sure everyone eats. I don’t know if there are actually any words for this moment. I’m not so much a praying person, but maybe that is what I’m doing.