Just when I had steeled myself for the challenge of blogging in the Age of Trump -- just when we were all girded for the formidable effort of mounting a resistance -- just when it was time to end the year with a cry of "Once more into the breach, dear friends" -- I had a minor disaster.
A power surge done fried me computer, it did. A loud POP and smoke and sizzling. Quite spectacular. It was as though the ghost of Tesla had played poltergeist in this home.
Time, now, to earn some scratch and buy new kit. In the meantime, I can get online only at the local Starbucks and/or fast food emporium.
The first night without the internet was tough. Started to get the shakes. I actually went downstairs to watch TV. That lasted about fifteen minutes; soon I wandered back upstairs and read a book.
I'll be back online soon. I hope. In the meantime...talk about weird scenes inside the canyon!
Can you folks make sense of this? Of anything? The relations between Netanyahu, Putin and Trump are beyond baffling.
In a way, I am glad for my enforced vacay.
I'll be back soon. In fact, I'll probably pop up for a bit every day. This blog began at a time when I had no internet connection and was forced to write using the local library's computers. If I did it once, I can do it again.
We ARE going to have the best of New Years. Struggle brings out our best.