The political crisis we are facing has me nearly frozen in my tracks. Every morning I wake up, catch up on current events and think to myself “what the f^ck?” (I don’t use the F word generally, but it fits right now.) I want, with my whole being, to hide under the covers, where it’s warm, safe and quiet. I do not want to face the day. I do not want to find a way to fight. I’m tired. We all are tired. But you know what gets me out of bed in the morning?