Living on Borrowed Time
We’re living on borrowed time. Election Day is immovably looming ahead, like the last feature on a roll through Freddy Fear’s House of Scares. We’re clicking toward it, buckled in with the master switch thrown to lock us in our seats. I try to make the most of every day while they still feel “normal,” though we know how tenuous “normal” is. Every morning, I laugh at the bird riots at my backyard…