For a short time yesterday (somewhere in the range of twenty minutes) I had the time and the mental space in which to work on the revision. I’d brought the computer along with me, shut down the phone, and managed to work on one paragraph. For the rest, I alternated between helping grade school children with their homework and wading through reams of documents relating to one (1) young man trying to keep from drowning in paper (or getting crushed under it).

Which reminds me I’d better keep an eye out to the paper avalanche with my name on it.

Not thrilling, obviously, but less toxic than the steady diet of wailing and hand-wringing in the media. The internet tends to play big screen blocking out local reality, to the point where the virtual takes control. Unplugging can prove useful, from time to time. The same way you’d switch off the TV (if you owned one) when you felt your brain turning to passive mush getting stirred into confusion.

More papers to read and scan. More phone calls. Food shopping. Walking from one spot to another, uphill and down, as usual.

Some unplugged time for revision. Tonight: a show called Batman contre Robespierre. Live. Local. Won’t make the headlines. The world is full of stuff that never makes the headlines.

Yech. The sound of more rain outside. (Shopping at outdoor markets has down side. But no bombs scheduled to land here in the immediate future. Perspective, in other words).