I’ve ditched my original intro. It was something inane about time flying and wondering when the fun starts. It hardly seems to matter at the moment, as I continue to (both) obsessively read and / or steadfastly avoid the reports coming out of Paris.
I said on my Debbish FB page I don’t quite know how to feel or what to do. Doing nothing is hard. Many of us are tired of feeling impotent.
And yet… life goes on. For the lucky ones.