I could write details of the continuing story of a mother’s lament at her daughter joining the ones contributing to the “end of the world” — the entitlement seekers, transgender musician patronisers, etc. — but I want to spend time on my storyline, instead.

Besides, we have to live within our conscious conscience our own way.

The daughter thinks helping people is coercively redistributing the wealth of others for politically-advantageous charities. The mother thinks helping others is deciding how to spend one’s wealth wisely on personal charities. Their thoughts are the same but different, both having built careers in the field of publicly funded primary education, one who felt most helpful guiding the intellectually gifted, the other feeling most helpful guiding the socioeconomically disadvantaged.

Mine is relating the events of a universe much like ours in linked short stories and stop-action videos for the entertaining enlightenment of others.

Right now, however, the warmth of egg nog soothes my stomach and eases my thoughts toward sleep.

Until tomorrow, then!