This reminds me of a story I started writing a number of years ago, in which a burned-out disillusioned ex-activist ends up working as a cook in a cafe, because feeding people seemed to her the only unambiguously good and beneficent thing she could still do. Bless you for all the good you continue to do, as well as for your refusal to become burned-out and disillusioned.

(And goodies? Really? ::happy sounds:: I'll send you an address, and thank you *very* much!)