I wake up and my brother's fractured his wrist. Shit. At least it wasn't the mouse arm.
And a lovely little crew of my friends, people I love and care for, are... Well, I don't think a formal declaration of war has been drafted, but lines certainly have been drawn. Because sides suck, I am staying so far out of it. Here is it ----> IT.
And here is me -----> ME. Far, far away from IT, and hoping that these lovely people will remember how lovely they are and talk things through rationally. Without the line-drawing.
(Sure, spatially there's not too much a difference between ME and IT. But it's a metaphor of an extremely literal sort.)
And to think. My first instinct this morning was to just keep my computer disconnected and go to the coffee shop and do all the work I avoided this weekend.
I didn't listen to the instincts before. It's time to listen now.