edited text, posted it, and magically lost it; when I recover from the shock I’ll write it again… it had to do with news and the absence of news.
Edit. Trying to remember what I wrote originally. It had to do with “I get it”, the DES must have developed an intrinsic filter for near to be future owner anxiety, this frantic sate of mind that disables your rational normal behavior and transforms you into a pita person to deal with.
It is like those obnoxious kids, not yet inside the car, a trip to drive, and they already have the question popping: “Are we there yet?” So, so irritating.
About the car. Is the car there yet?