It’s the morning after, and I haven’t even cried yet about the passing of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg – and I’m a crier. When I’m upset, stressed, frustrated, excited, proud. If I think about sad things, watch certain scenes in movies –or even sentimental TV commercials— I cry. I’ve been known to audibly sob in a theater once or twice. So, my tear ducts are loose.
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With my windows shut and air purifier on high, I went to bed last night without spending any time outside.…