The news of the Red Room closing down reached me at a time when I especially feel the need for continuity and something solid under my feet.
I am preparing for my fourth house move in eighteen months. A few close friends and family members are going through very challenging times. Challenging. Challenge. I hate these words. This isn’t a sporting event, or a job interview, or a Power Point presentation, so let’s call a spade a spade. These friends and family members are having serious problems. There. Problems. No point in putting a positive spin on it. Positive. Another word that makes me wince. Let’s use happy, instructive, fortuitous, optimistic, or any other specific, meaningful adjective and leave the insipid positive to blood groups and polarities.
But I digress.
So, on the morning of 4th July, I dragged myself out of bed after an almost sleepless night…
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