After the storm
I’ve realized in the last few days that if I don’t start posting again, I’ll probably lose all my readers. All three of them. Please forgive me, but I’ve been so lost in the relative calm of 2021 that I’ve just sort of zoned out. Bad things continue to grab the headlines, because it’s a cinch good things won’t. But overall it still feels like the calm after the storm.
I no longer keep one eye on Washington, waiting for the other shoe — or bomb — to drop. I no longer worry about what insanity will pop up on Twitter tomorrow. I no longer go to bed at night hoping something awful doesn’t happen before morning.
We have a sane man in charge again, assisted by a sane woman and a phalanx of sane advisors. I may not always agree with what they do, but at least I’m not afraid of what they might do.
Maybe I’m just too tired to care anymore. But if being able to breathe deeply and sleep well is the result, I’m certainly not going to complain.