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Good morning, friends. Today is Monday.

I know this because I triple-checked. I never used to pay much attention to the part of the clock on my computer that includes the day of the week, and it is now a vital lifeline connecting me to the real world, whatever that means anymore.

You are likely feeling some feelings this morning, as we all are. If I learned anything from Mr. Rogers, it's that it's OK — nay, important — to feel your feelings, as long as you feel them in a way that doesn't hurt anybody else. Even if the feelings are feelings of smashing. 

And by "smashing" I mean, of course, destroying something into really satisfyingly tiny little fragments and not "smashing" like Gwyneth Paltrow describing a garden party at which all the guests brewed individual kombucha enemas based on their star signs.

For example, I felt an incredible number of feelings last night while I watched the latest Disney family singalong with my children. Some of the feelings dripped down the face in some sort of bodily precipitation emanating from my eyes. It was definitely NOT tears because there's no way an ABC TV special is making me cry even if the world is on fire and there are celebrities singing comforting songs. I'm not sure what monster decided that "Baby Mine" and the lullaby from "Tarzan" were necessary listening during this time of heightened emotions, but they should be — I don't know, either rewarded or flogged or some combination of the two.

Anyway, it's Monday, whatever that means, and no matter what you have coming up this week — filing for unemployment, trying to work from home alone or with roommates or while also parenting, attempting to keep a business open, working to save lives, lying on your couch crying, weeding your Animal Crossing island — I have something to say that I hope will make you feel better:

The other morning, my three-year-old got out of bed, went downstairs to the pantry, came back up and crawled into my bed with a party-size bag of Cheetos Puffs that he proceeded to eat for breakfast.

And I just let it happen.

2020: Whatever It Takes.

Have a good week.

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