#Problemnotaproblem, Episode 1
Not Real Problem: Getting out of bed.
I woke up this morning in my 32 degree bedroom, which is perfect for sleeping when you're under a pile of heavy quilts, but not perfect for getting up. The other thing that makes it not perfect is the sock situation. They say you can't fully step into your future until you can imagine it. When I'm snuggled in bed, warm and cozy, all I can see in my future is shivering near the sock drawer because it's time to do laundry and I'm down to that one weird pair of polyester argyle socks that I bought at a creepy outlet store during a sock emergency (water over the rubber boots).
So I lie in bed, stuck, trying to imagine a bright future, and nothing comes. Trump, and all the scary shit that's going on in the world, and I'll have to face it in bad socks.
Real Problem: The most powerful job on the planet being turned over to an ugly orange narcissist (UON) with no sense of shame, an utter disregard for the truth, and complete lack of caring for anyone but himself.
Real Problem #2: Besides the sock thing, which I solved without Putin, an act of congress, or a defiant electoral college, how should we solve our real problems? What should ordinary, moderately informed, deeply concerned people do now? March? Write letters? Sign petitions? Piss directly downwind from one's self? Read poetry by Mark Strand? I believe that if we all start pulling in the exact same direction, something good will happen. Step #1: identify a coxswain.