Nothing in particular to report, though there is plenty to occupy my thoughts. There is is just too much. I don’t imagine for one minute that I am alone in feeling I am on thinking and analysis overload.
Living in such tumultuous and shambolic times it would be easy to behave like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand. In the Russian equivalent analogy, the ostrich is ‘hiding its head under its wing’. The Russian Ostrich would have a cosier and warmer hideout, with the ability for an occasional surreptitious glance out to see if worldly things were a little quieter: peaceful would be really good.