The dark and swimming skies really have everyone on edge these days.
Most of those I could charm for information or persuade have been more difficult than any I’ve seen.
Noble Jimal is now ill for the first time in his life and Noble Mikuv seems paranoid. I feel we are falling apart and our solidarity is weakening.
Sure we’ve fought over the new city quarter, the laws of promotion, and the sewer cleaning, but it seems now we can agree on nothing and get nothing done.