to start a Twitter account. Mine's just for following and reading other people rather than twotting anything, but that alone becomes an all-devouring time sink when there are suddenly bits of reactor core flying allwheres. Mental exhaustion from possibly strategically-induced outrage fatigue -- now "Eff" Scott Fitzgerald has decreed that the Senate Democrats' committee and hearing votes
simply won't count, on what legal authority nobody seems to know -- just makes that worse. Pics from Saturday's glorious tractorcade will come; just not yet.
There's shit going on that in previous years would have been worth caring about: much warmer weather, some basketball tournament, hockey, whatever. But it's impossible to care about anything right now other than a couple huge crises that dwarf anything personal -- namely, figuring out what to do to try to fix a state government that's lost its legitimacy, while trying to process a huge hunk of northeast Honshu having literally been wiped off the map, plus all the knock-on consequences of both of those things.
(UPDATE 3/15: Fitzgerald, apparently having been told that everything he was doing was making people angrier at his party, has
rescinded the vote-non-counting and the other penalties.)