I haven't forgotten these; I just haven't been logging them. I read Let the Children March with Kit and had some good discussions with them about racism. (They pointed to an angry white policeman and said "He looks sad," so we talked about how sometimes when you share what you have, you have less, and that can make you sad or angry even when you know it's the right thing to do.) On Monday there was a blizzard, so instead of ordering takeout, like we usually do on Mondays, J cooked and we donated the cost of a takeout dinner to the Ali Forney Center, which gives unhoused queer kids a place to go in a blizzard. And tonight I'm writing a piece for my shul's haggadah about "Dayenu" and reminding people that they can be enough. (Which will take more than five minutes, but not much more—it's short, and I've been thinking about it for a while.)

I also put in three hours of Readercon work on Sunday, but that never feels like activism even though it is in a way—at least, I try to bring an activist sensibility to that work, and I think the con is better for it.