As is with All Awful Things

We still have to get up at 6 and run the garbage to the curb before the truck makes it up the street and pour out the cereal and pack the lunches and brush our teeth and sort out the socks and go to work.  Very little ever changes those things we have to do every day.  Even winning the lottery, even electing a misogynist, even loosing sleep.  The earth still spins and hurtles through space. We persist.