Mobs

Some quick and disjointed thoughts.I am sitting here looking out my dining room window at blue skies and swaying trees, devoid of any interest in writing. I need to write — that's the rule. Maybe I should abandon the story I can't seem to progress on and return to an old trope. At least something will get done. My lack of desire might also have something to do with a brief flirtation with the news via social media.It's possible, I think, to go through your life without meeting someone truly angry. There are plenty of grumps — I am one of them — but I can't recall anyone in my life who stayed angry for more than a minute. My mother might have been, on account of my father. My father complained a lot, which could be construed as anger — he blamed immigrants for his own failings, railed against the rich, which was deserved and still is. There were people you'd have a beer with who held weird theories, or made off-colour remarks about a person or group, but it never became all-consuming.…