My optimism is still MIA, but I did get the ball rolling on Dragoncon this year. I wasn't sure I wanted to go, and frankly, I'm still not, but I need something to look forward to. I know it's frivolous, but it's also something that doesn't smack of terror and hatred and a fundamental undoing of everything I have ever known or hoped about my country. Besides, I need to get out. I've become a recluse since the inauguration, and five days in Atlanta with Roomie, surrounded by unrepentant nerdery, will do me good.