fiesty76 - I too am a deep delver/ constant researcher type and definitely an easy worrier. When Covid came on the scene, I took a nosedive into anxiety, complete with serious high blood pressure and assorted digestive woes. After a couple of months of that, I was doing much better, and had adapted to the point of often experiencing long periods of contentment and even happiness each day, pursuing gardening, walking, hard work around the house, and remembering to be grateful. Nothing in life is a given, there are no guarantees, and the proverbial "hit by a bus" scenario can snuff a person out at any time. I was good to go for however long Covid might isolate, stifle, and hamstring my life. I made living until November third my short-term goal, for what are probably obvious reasons.

BUT, then this sudden and huge national paroxysm of racism, violence, horror, and uncertainty happened. I too was overwhelmed, once more. My mental boat almost capsized. I felt waves of hatred for my (previously beloved) country, literally quaked with despair, and could think of nothing more than getting to a saner place to finish out my life. Since that is probably not possible, I must again right the boat and carry on. There is so much good in our country, in spite of our glaring problems, I pray that there is hope for us as a continuingly democratic republic. I am comforted and impressed by the young people who seem to have the right ideas about fairness, inclusion and unity, and a strong motivation to straighten out some of the things that plague our society. There is hope.