The other day, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, a neighbor I hadn’t seen in a long time said hello as she walked past the house. “I hope your family is doing well,” she said, and then looked concerned. “As well as you can do in times like these. You must be even more worried, with kids.“
“Uh, well,” I said, “The kids live in the present, and we try to enjoy the present.”

Inside I was thinking: “This is why liberals are so sad.”