If you happen to find yourself needing something nice to read that is not too long and not too short, allow me to suggest Gargozo Manuscript. Right now it’s only on the internet, but maybe someday it will be in print form because that’s how I imagine reading it. You could take it into the bedroom and read a story before going to bed, you could take it into the bathroom and read a story while things are working out there, you could take it to work and read a story while hiding under your desk when things get to be too much. But for now, it’s on the internet. You should read it.
The guy writes about horse racing and superstitions. He writes about northeast Los Angeles and the SF bay area from times that seem better than now. He spells mannequin in the proper American way (seriously, when did we stop using “manikin” except for when we were talking about that wooden artist model thing? And why?). His agent is a labradoodle named Ginger.
Read some of this stuff. Enjoy it. Feel a sense of calm washing over you with each new tale of boiled skulls and dishwashing and things on fire.