I’m finding that the National Geographic’s travel come-ons, sent to prospective readers weekly by e-mail, make for depressing reading. Not that Morocco isn’t full of arcane mysteries. Not that Sweden isn’t totally astounding. No–not that at all. It’s that I am managing to cope with not being able to travel at all (beyond a train trip to Toronto for hernia surgery, which hardly rates as pleasure travel) by becoming fully acclimated to where I physically am in the world and simply not thinking about all the places on my bucket list that I may now never get to see.