I go mad, I go mad, I shall wear my trousers plaid...
Again, I only joke about going completely mad because the threadbare leprechauns pacing the ceiling seem to expect it. In fact, they worked it into the coronation oath.
It would be a mistake to think too much on the current politics. Like going to see a movie when there's work to be done. Actually, when I was doing Ph.D. work, the company that offered absurdly cheap movie passes launched, and I considered it, as the Sbux I walked three miles to in order to work on a stack of books had a movie theatre next door, but it was a bit like the philosophy professor who welcomed graduate students by suggesting that they spend their first year reading novels -- in the abstract, something to be thought about. Given the work at hand, quite mad. I have the daily queue, and the books I hope to get through in the coming days, but it can be a bit of a slog, especially with all the piecework.
The one good bit about the current rooms is a having a good kitchen table in a quiet room. The present location was a bit of a misstep. I'm not sure which is more disturbing in the evenings, the sounds of the barking dogs, or the sounds of the guns hopefully shooting above the barking dogs. It's an interesting place. But in the off-season, the sea isn't much use. At any rate, the air is cleaner than in the large cities, which was a significant factor in the choice. In the Balkans in January and February, the cities can be a problem.
Ora et labora.