Just Get Yourself Together

Queenie and TT check in from opposite sides of the country — one narrowly missed by a falling tree, one managing four international assignees and a rogue brain. They cover Target selling cannabis beverages in red states, a gummy rebrand nobody asked for, the question of which single hour of the day you’d choose to get high (they’d never pick the same one), and why women their age should stop hiding when things are hard. It ends with an extended meditation on muffs. Obviously.

S4, E35: The Clock Keeps Turning

In this episode, Queenie & TT settle in from the cold and let the conversation wander where midlife brains naturally go: time, exhaustion, politics, cannabis confusion, words we love (and loathe), and finally… letting shit go.

They talk about winter resentment, being trapped indoors, and the creeping sense that everything feels heavier lately — especially as the political landscape grows more chaotic, cruel, and intentionally overwhelming. From the constant barrage of disturbing headlines to the feeling that the system is designed to exhaust and numb us, Queenie & TT name what so many people are quietly feeling: this isn’t just politics — it’s a human gut punch.

On the cannabis front, TT tries to make sense of wildly conflicting news coming out of Washington — hemp bans, rescheduling rumors, Supreme Court decisions, harsher prosecutions in non-legal states, and the desperate need for actual research instead of fear-based nonsense. Meanwhile, both hosts share what they’ve consumed, because consistency matters.

Things lighten up with word nerdery, pronunciation aversions, favorite mouth-feel words (intergalactic makes a return), and another round of “Did This Really Happen, Or Is It Just Kaka?” featuring sheep who got into medical cannabis, alleged time travel via military time, and some truly impressive mental gymnastics.

The episode lands exactly where midlife wisdom lives:

This week’s Fuck-It List entry — Christmas cards… and apologizing for not doing everything.

No more guilt. No more over-explaining. No one is harmed if a card doesn’t arrive. The clock keeps turning, expectations need adjusting, and choosing peace is not a moral failure.

Warm, funny, rambling in the best way, and quietly profound — this is midlife in real time.