Looks like Christmas morning isn’t the ideal time to move revision along by leaps and bounds. Phone calls, text messages, a bit of food prep still in the works.
In Mexico, the ruling party still calls itself the Institutional Revolutionary Party. With the latest political developments here in France? Power by any other name spells power. Doesn’t have much in common with the surge of energy that puts a smile on your face or just the inner contentment you experience when there’s no such thing as a mind/body split.
For character purposes: a split-second moment yesterday when a young man brought back a backpack I’d lent him. A slyness in the smile that made me laugh. Whatever the nature of the fast one he felt he’d pulled on me, more power to him. I’ll root for him and others like him over Institutional Revolutionaries any day.
Season’s Greetings, and all that.