I'm working at my night job as a caregiver, sitting at my client's computer (with, ahem, his permission, of course), looking out a row of picture windows. Since I'm writing on my blog, that means I'm also in the lookout tower atop my own house, a couple of miles away. Either way, I've got a great view of the predawn Willamette Valley.
The eastern light fades from blue to greenish-yellw to orange to a most exquisite and peculiar dark red. Fog lies on the Valley floor, looking so substantial that it's hard to believe how it will burn off once the sun hits it.
And here I sit pondering the current administration and its ineffectual opposition.
I don't know how other people feel about it, but I like our Constitution, and I think it would be a good idea if we went back to living by it.
There was a time when saying that would have made me a conservative.
Or maybe I am one. I could live with that.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "You are what you are. Whatever that is."\\
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