We wallow through late June, the long days alternating between prickling rain and sodden heat, news of the world outside obscured by the muggy haze of long weekends, summer vacations and evenings spent streaming “Widow’s Bay” (it’s excellent). I enjoy the days, at least for now, because they offer the briefest respite before another wrenching political season. Call it the calm before the storm, 2026 edition. We’re in for some crazy times.