Isolation Diary: No one in my family had more sober views that I know of because when we were together today we didn’t talk about any political stuff. We played, we laughed, we gave our opinions on how to redo Duncan’s room. We all fell victim to Fig who was wielding a pool noodle. We ate soft pretzels that Jessie made and cookies that I made. We did talk seriously for 10 minutes about saving accounts. I must look elsewhere for a damper to my rising inner amusement caused by White House floundering and chaos and massive missteps.