Sometimes, everything's so infuriatingly shitty that I genuinely wonder if it's even fucking worth it. Then I get a purr from a cat.
...oh.
(There are, of course, far too many days where this treatment has to be done multiple times just to survive, but still, it's there.)
Someone on Twitter put it pretty neatly
News and politics in 2017 feels like that BSG episode where the Cylons attack every 33 minutes