I know. I know.

Yesterday was brutal. I remembered, from 2016, waking up at 3am to see the headlines, and I wasn’t going to do that again. So I woke up at 6. And saw the headlines.

I wasn’t crying, at first, and then a little later I saw Robert Reich get ever-so-slightly choked up on social media and that was all it took. An emotional pundit? Cue the water works! From that point on it was Game On for my tear ducts. I was telling Abby, “It’s not even like I’m crying anymore? My face is just wetting itself?”