Realized this morning how put-together everyone on subway and in the street looks in their perfectly ironed shirts and whatever the latest trend shoes. In the meantime, I still feel like I just groggily rolled out of bed, and of the hour and a half spent at home, only about five minutes were spent on actually getting ready, grabbing whatever lay crumpled on top of the drawer, and accessorizing it with whatever was for L’s breakfast that got transferred from the grubby little fingers on to my shirt and pants.
How do other people do it?

The woman at the last night’s coop shift who works at HIAS (a refugee-assistance org) said that because of Trump there is an unprecedented record number of people who want to come and help with refugee resettlement, but also because of Trump there is a record low number of refugees to be resettled, so there are not enough to go around.