I guess that I have been writing less lately. I was pondering why, and finally came up this this. I don’t really care what happens in this stage of the fall. In a sense, we are in the same position as our old friend Wiley Coyote. We are off the cliff, we are falling. Not a blessed thing that we can do about it.
So I am spending my time enjoying the trip. When I look at this sad, hapless excuse for an administration I feel despondent (but they sure are a quite a bit better than Bushie). They are exactly like Wiley when he is clawing at the air, trying desperately to make it back to the edge. I don’t think that it will happen, Wiley never makes it back.
So, right now it is spring. The bills are paid, the taxes are current. I need to prep more, need to save more. But none of those tasks are helped by my freaking out and getting obsessed with the antics of people who have fallen off the cliff and are trying to refute the lessons of gravity.