This post is number 36 in a series.
Wild social whirl. Home after midnight. Post thought but unwritten, and rules allow skippage, so …
Monday last, the Italians elect Silvio for a third-term, definitely the triumph of hope over experience. And I sit on the station platform for almost an hour, because the train is almost an hour late. And yet I fail to write about the connection between loopy leaders and punctual rail transport. Instead, I blather on about sowing little packages of joy and how that makes me happy. Have I lost my cutting edge? Am I really more positive minded? Outside work, yes, you bet.