So, I chose the wrong time to start The Handmaid’s Tale.  Jesus. I wanted to hide from my phone.  I knew that Brett Kavanaugh was going to be confirmed over the weekend, and I wanted to think about other things.  I stayed in, I knitted, and I watched episodes of Handmaid.  I emerged from my basement on Monday morning unsure of what year it was.  Where am I, again? The black and white past?  The red and white future?  Oh, no.  It’s just the dystopian present.  Goddamn. I can’t stop thinking about the episode where all the women are sent home from work because a law has been passed making…