You’ll have a good time reading this. I promise. Or your money back.
I’m just a tad ashamed that *this* is where I chose to draw the line. But at least I finally did.
Some thoughts on my recent ‘sabbatical’ from the internet.
I overhear too much infighting between Democrats. I fear we ask too much of each other and forget the real opponent: the GOP.
Trump is a symptom, not the disease. Trump is the gristle stuck in our teeth, but he is not the ever-present plaque and decay. He is the odor, not the rotting meat. He is the pain, not the wound.
The human capacity for believing the exact wrong thing continues to amaze me.
Moving is a transforming experience, but in my case, I moved *because* I was changing.
After two weeks, I’ve noticed a few things that seem profound to me but probably aren’t.
Well, I made it. First impressions are overwhelming.
This is it. My last blog entry from Texas. My internet service is scheduled to be cut off tomorrow, Dec. 27, and my phone service the day after that. Everything’s boxed up except this laptop, a few changes of clothes, and some hygiene items. Fingers crossed.