All Hail!

 Of course, it's the first of March! How could I have let it slip my mind?

While I date the beginning of Spring from the appearance of the earliest daffodil, the first of March makes it "official". Feburary is a Winter month and March is a Spring month and that, he said, is that.

I had a dream I was at a political rally. George Elliot had just given a speech. I leaped onto the stage- which was all squidgy like a mattress, the crowd was roaring and I shouted, "The leader is outside, doing his great work, let's sing a song for him"- and found, to my embarrassment, that I couldn't remember his name. 

It's All Happening So Fast

 "The equinox is jut a few days away"

"Seems much less that half a year ago that we were anticipating the other equinox."

"Time is speeding up. And it's not just because we're old. The young people are noticing too."

They released the first sheaf of Epstein documents the other day. I flicked through them. Nothing there we didn't already know. And, actually, who cares any more? Epstein seems a very long time ago- what with the way historical events are racing past. Epstein is so Clinton-era- which seems scarcely less distant than the Nixon era or any other political era you care to name now that Trump is president and doing politics a little differently....

Time was when US prsidents knifed foreign politicians in the back secretly (using the CIA or whatever, funding their opponents sub rosa) but here were Trump and Vance giving it to Zelensky full frontal with the cameras turning. "Great television" indeed. I thought of the conspirators closing in on Caesar, egging one another on, bloody rags flapping in the breeze. That was another man- of greater stature admittedly- who was done in by his supposed friends.

I don't judge. I observe. 

And try to stick with the pace.....