As Operation Esptein Fury is unleashed, all I can say from my privileged space is that I'm super lucky to be so busy at work - juggling 3 different audiences and courses, multiple times a day, with an added bonus of our team's all-hands onsite this coming week - that I can (and must) compartmentalize.
Well, mostly. The siren song of social media keeps drawing me into the doomscrolling shoals, even as I try to distract myself with broken lab environments and Unrivaled playoffs. I'm really getting too old for this shit.
On occasion, the kids have asked me what my favorite decade was. Hands down, the 90s. I was young, and full of optimism because the Cold War was over, so it really was a rocking time with as close an approximation to a peaceful world as I've ever known.
In a related vein, Sadie asked just this morning if Sam was pranking her when he said I'd met Bill Clinton. I did! Well, I shook his hand, at any rate, when he came to Burlington for a rally in September of '92.
Pat Leahy introduced him, and proceeded to shout himself hoarse over the course of the event. The following Monday at the office, I announced that I had shaken the hand of our next preznit. One of the rare times I've been right about anything political.
And that makes me 1 (one) handshake away from Trump, Putin, and the Dalai Lama, so I got that going for me.
Pax.
PS - In case it isn't clear, blogging will be light, mostly poetry/video signoffs. Got a lot on my mind, no time to rant.
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