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For three days last week I ran away from the world. I took a look inside the New York Public Library and gaped at the building, went to Lin-Manual Miranda's final #Ham4Ham show and had an experience that was worth the hours in the heat, saw the exhibit in the Met about Pergamon and the Hellenistic era, and enjoyed a slow walk through Central Park. I came back to news that got uglier and nastier by the day, absorbed while enduring a much-prolonged commute to work to start a depressing Friday; this morning I forgot I needed to catch and earlier bus and so was late. I got a respite or so during the weekend, attending Alexandra's annual fireworks and going swimming, but this morning I woke with back pain I think has been caused by the latter. I may even have to try to the doctor over my back issues, but how much are they likely to do about it?
For a moment on Thursday, I wondered if maybe these latest pair of murders by the police would prove the tipping point; it seemed now *everyone* was tweeting about it, everyone was mad about it, and some sort of change might finally be forced in. But then came the shooting in Dallas, and of course that wrecked whatever chance of that there was. Though sadly, maybe there wasn't anyway.