Well, after those three wonderful weeks I’m now back to normal. Plenty of work. That’s going quite well, and I’m enjoying the routine of it all, though I do worry that the problems around switch-off are getting more difficult rather than getting solved.
I can’t believe we used to take it so much for granted. We all knew it was going to happen to us some time or other. Yet nobody’s ever discussed what it must feel like when it’s getting near. And nobody ever talks about whether they believe that something happens to you after you’ve gone. There used to be religions and people used to believe in a god and a place called Heaven. But we don’t have that sort of comfort any more. Yet some people believe in things like the Babel prophecy.
It’s funny. Murder is a crime. Yet we were willing to kill off people when they get old.
I know! I know! If we didn’t the planet would get too crowded. But other planets manage with natural deaths. Because they have illness and they don’t fear it.
That was what Kaleem was dealing with. He didn’t realise at the time that that was what the main problem was with the Z Zoners: they didn’t approve of switch-off.
We have another huge committee meeting next week. Well, we’ll see what happens.
Other routines are going on quite nicely. I’m seeing quite a bit of my kid brother and he’s doing fine. I’m going out with the girls two or three times a week.
I’ll be seeing Louish tomorrow. She reckons she has some gossip for me. Should be interesting.
And all the time, that underlying excitement. Will I hear from him again soon?