I’m not happy that Abbas is resigning. I’m not happy he feels it necessary. I’m not happy we’re all playing with fire. But what if it is another trick.
And so we continue, mistrusting one another, cutting off the branch we’re sitting on – from both directions (but which one of us is sitting on the side of the tree?)
What’s going on with my private life, a friend who reads this blog texted me today. When I called him (because i don’t do well with text messages), he said that whenever I write about politics he knows that something’s wrong with my private life. Not entirely true. We’re still recovering, but managed to get to dinner at Pappa’s, which is so crowded that I am having trouble getting a table. The mother of Pappa. But I got in a dose of chicken livers in marsala that should keep me satisfied for the week.
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