December 7 – 11, 2015
The week begins on a dark note. Bad things are governed by quantum entanglement, I maintain: one bad thing can set up a force field, out of which spring subsequent bad things. Update: the washing machine is making screaming sounds and the laptop’s cursor works intermittently.
The dark note gets worse. Jenny’s cousin attempted suicide and Jenny tries to piece out how her cousin’s mother, he aunt, must be reacting. She tries science, science doesn’t help much except to suggest some physical correlation for a shattered heart.
Christie’s email inbox, like the inboxes of so many of us, is Out. Of. Control. She has many schemes for dealing with it, tries many tactics, nothing much works well for long. The stress is getting to her. She considers bailing out, she considers just giving in.
Helen reduxes her antidote to this sad, stupid, dangerous world: sing, sing with other people, let the lines of the song weave everyone together, just sing your hearts out. This works best with William Byrd’s music.
All those traffic cams, the surveillance cams, the smartphone cams, they’re all taking pictures of Rose. She doesn’t deeply care. She does it right back — some of the cams are televised and she’s happy to watch them for as long as it takes. An aside: her GIF is pure genius.