The news is in. Many of us want to stay in bed. Wake up. Stand up. Keep calm and move on.

Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped Look at that low plane, fine, then Uh oh, overflow, population, common group But it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light Feeling pretty psyched

I’m sad, but I’m not shocked. Oddly, I find some comfort in the familiarity of the situation. We’ve been there before, and we survived.

In Israel, where I’m from, Netanyahu fired his Defense Minster, which was one of the last (maybe the last) person in his government who kept standing up to him.

I’m sad, but I’m not shocked.

We’ve lost the ability to see shades of gray between black and white, left and right alike. We can’t agree or even discuss anything. Friendships are destroyed, family ties are severed, and we are fed our own echo chambers matrix food. We eat what we shit, we shit what we eat.

Keep going. Especially now. Get up. Go to your meetings. Put on your nice clothes. Pretend you’re okay while you’re burning inside. Everyone can see you’re suffering; maybe they’d appreciate you showed up and that you’re still standing. It’s important that people know you’re there, that they can rely on you, that you have their backs. Hopefully, as you go through your day, you’ll get a nod back. A glimpse of a smile. A thank you. Let it energize you. Let yourself feel valuable.

We are all angry, but we can choose what we do with this anger. I say, use it to be there and be valuable, not just an angry sod. We’ve had plenty of those. Too many in both camps. No president will heal us or the country; that one is up to us. So start by being there.

Hello. Good morning.