Another dreary morning. I guess Indian Summer is not coming to a theater near me. I'm thinking of museums, or practicing my Spanish or continuing to read my very interesting book about Wendy Wasserstein. Of course, there are chores, and looking at the sale stuff at my local luggage store. I haven't given up on trips entirely, just expensive trips. I'm looking forward to seeing a couple of friends tomorrow, and I have the weekend more or less booked. So life is good, and I appreciate it. But I'm not FEELING it successfully at this moment. Maybe the desert with intense sun is what I need. A trip to Death Valley.
In the meantime, I do have a primary goal of avoiding reading or hearing anything about the GOP hopefuls. No news is good news. And the news is so fictionalized and melodramatic that it is only good for raising the blood pressure. And that's not something I need. I, like a lot of Americans, am sick of sound bites and posturing. I attempt to engage with others seriously and I expect the same behavior from politicians. Since I don't get respect, I don't give any, at least these days. I don't watch any TV. If I want to see a President, I'll see the movie "Dave". It's so comforting. And yet. It takes an impostor with no agenda to get things done in Washington in that film. So it's not that comforting.
Maybe I'll just wallow in the miserable weather after all.
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