I stopped writing here because my off-line life actually took up more than its usual share of attention. I went to the pro-choice march in DC last month. I've been marching in various protest marches in DC since the Vietnam war, so it's always feels good to be on my feet and exercising my rights. But afterwords, I was exhausted. I slept for the next two days. I have to decide—will I go to the demonstrations in NY during the Republican convention? It will be a nightmare. And what if they close down Penn Station? Middle age has a way of limiting one's political activism.
