No-Doz Or No-Duh's?

Summer hours gave way to mourning hours this week. As life here on our fortified Chicago compound becomes the new kinda normal that it’ll be from now on, all hell seems to have broken loose in every corner of the globe. Jeez. I turn my back for five minutes and suddenly we’re on the brink of WWIII. Better fire up the coffee, chill the red bull, portion out the no-doz, it looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.