“Ma, don’t worry”. Your protester, who didn’t return home to his bed in the basement last night, is still down there changing the financial world on Wall Street and in lower Manhattan guarded by New York’s finest. He or she merely spent the night beating the drum and `yakking’.
Don’t worry about their promise to camp out in tents without clean clothes all winter. They’ll be home as soon as the juice on their cellphones and the batteries on their ipads bring them home for recharge.