Don’t worry, I’m not gonna talk about it. Last night though, Dan and I did talk about it—this mess we Americans find ourselves in and the dangerous potential leaders we’ve got lined up purporting to know how to get us out of it. We also talked about a number of other things, and for nearly two hours I paced back and forth in the darkness of my apartment, chatting and debating and laughing at our respective idealism. I really miss Dan, and I hope we can coordinate a reunion soon. I won’t have any vacation until February, but hopefully Mr. Dan can abandon his Hebrew students for one Saturday and come visit.

EDIT: Still no electricity. This is day 6.