I missed the fireworks in Parliament last night as I was too exhausted to watch. I’m mourning the loss of a family pet, and thought it best not to add to my grief.
This morning’s press is no surprise – the ramping up and inflaming of rage, prejudice, and discord. But death tends snap everything into sharp focus and it lowers one’s capacity for nonsense, and from my seat in the middle of grief, I can easily see that they want me to be upset. They want me to comment. They want me to attack from my position of outrage so they have something to attack back. Sorry, but I’m not playing your game. You are not worth my energy.
Instead I’ll make a donation towards Scottish independence in my wee cat’s name, and I’ll spend my finite energy on more positive endeavours.