I am so weary of the political crazies.  I am looking forward to Thanksgiving when the theater of the absurd finally draws

the curtain.  I know this is all part of the challenging transits being visited upon the world but sometimes I just want to go fishing, gaze at the stars and imagine I smell the beautiful pine woods.  No cell phone connections, no traffic and the only sounds are wind, rain (remember I live in a drought area) and maybe a howling of some animal.  I can read as many real paper books as I want and I can sleep the sleep of the contented.  The air is clear, crisp and devoid of pollutants.

However, back on planet stress, I am avoiding some of the headlines now as the 24 hour news machines are filled with poll numbers that change by the minute.  It’s insane and, if …