The Hundred Acre Wood
A movie that distracts one: might I suggest Christopher Robin. Once you get past the whole fever dream aspect of stuffed toys in a foggy woodland, there’s lots to see. Trains. More trains. The Hundred Acre Wood.
Actually, I was also distracted by the whole idea of work vs play. As someone who did his decades in the service of the public, I didn’t play quite as often as I should have. I’m going to have to remedy that.
Outside, the wind has risen. We had some heavy rain, which did a number on the remaining snow cover, and shows that what should be the last storm of the season isn’t/wasn’t. Why, we’re only days away from mud season, if I calculate things properly. No driving down narrow country lanes, although I haven’t done that all winter. Hate to get stuck and have to rely upon someone else to set me free.
The noise level has also risen, on Twitter. It seems that the long awaited report on presidential malfeasance by the American president was submitted, late this afternoon. Now we wait for the leaks. I’m sure we’ll know more than we want, in a matter of days. Whether it prompts anything substantial remains veiled, for now. Stay tuned!
The federal parliament has survived the hundreds of votes, and I guess we now wait for autumn. As in, nothing crashed and we can continue the electoral monotone. This time around, I expect to get strange calls; my name has been associated with one party, which should limit the contacts, but I don’t know. This is all new to me.
