Painfully, sadly, no editing work was done today...and my son has yet to go to bed, because it's hot, and he inevitably takes longer to go to bed on a hot evening...
But my mental health seems intact, so far (see yesterday's post), and I can't be all that despondent; I managed to visit my favorite local spa this morning, for one glorious hour in a hot bath/sauna/cold plunge, and a few minutes resting on a bed, looking up at vaguely Byzantine tilework and decor...a quiet, still hour...what a fantastic luxury and better, in many ways, than flying off to some distant locale for several days, where I'd feel the weight of all that money spent and all that carbon released into the atmosphere...
Was thinking about the deer I encountered while biking in Marin, during the triathlon training...if I had been going much faster, I would have crashed into it, almost inevitably. The deer represents the environment, climate change, dying coral reefs; and the bicyclist in a triathlon--always trying to go faster, faster, faster--is like the American/Western economy, always seeking greater GDP/rising stock prices...at the expense of the deer, at the expense of the coral reefs, at the expense of every living thing on this planet.
Triathlons and bike races are semi-moronic events, let's face it. And so is the American economy.
But going to bed is not.
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