I’m always on the lookout for vitality.

The rest of the world might get tired of watching us do nothing but shop for shoes online at work and make plus-sized Star Wars costumes for ourselves even though we’re forty-ish and Halloween isn’t for seven months. We should at least acknowledge that it’s unlikely we’ll be allowed to leave the table while we’re way ahead.

Being a prominent society requires a certain vitality. Endless schemes to ration, or import, or even extinguish vitality, lead to one place.  The Roman Empire is a pizza joint now. The barbarians wanted it more. I won’t weep for it. My people were dyed blue, after all.