I must still be tired. Came home and had a nap before dinner, then fell asleep again after dinner. My body kept waking up and then being pulled back into sleep in a couple minutes. On and off, on and off, on and off, like a battle my brain kept losing. I knew I should be awake – even if just to get ready for bed – but I just couldn’t make it happen.
So now it’s 2:30am. The cats are excited because a moving human must mean it’s breakfast time. I feel like I’ve completely lost track of time and am blundering in jet-lagged confusion, getting ready for work. And in a few short hours I really will need to be at work because there are two long days of conferences ahead.
In between times, I’ve caught up on a bit more of the heated response to Brexit. I have friends in London who are threatening to leave the country. Others are collecting every racist bit of propaganda they can find, to try and prove (in a somewhat futile effort) that the Brexit vote was all about hating brown people and untermensch. And some lady has discovered that the new Australian immigration laws mean that, despite being born to Australian parents and having an Australian birth certificate for 52 years, she is no longer considered an Australian citizen because she was adopted.
There’s a connection between those things, which I’m sure I could expand upon if I wasn’t stumbling around half-asleep right now. It’s important to understand where an unreasoned fear of immigration can lead. Ultimately, a government can strip anyone of their citizenship for no reason, and if politician see votes in such a course of action then it holds real appeal.
There will be more on this later, I’m sure.
In the meantime, I’ve been on a bit of an Extreme bender since sharing More than Words a few days ago, so thought I’d add this one in too. It’s a softer feel, but good for the wee hours of the morning.