It was a day of sheltering in place. It was a day in which the essential geography of my life turned into a place of dark corners and of rustling in the underbrush. And it ended with cheers.
I don’t know that there really is an either/or option, at least not anymore. You can, and we do, live with both options: the sort and immediate, the long and thoughtful. But if I have to choose between the immediate and Charlie Pierce, give me Pierce every time.