The Other Side of Midnight

Yesterday I had friends over, for the first time since the elections. Actually, for the first time since we went to Portugal, a month that just melds in my life in illness and anxiety, in a soup of anxiety and grave illness, kind of an encapsulation of the last four years in a very short time.

Anyway, as we were sitting around the table, after a meal slightly hampered by my oven having gone out in our absence (we just got it finally repaired this morning) talking and drinking port wine, t...