The temperatures went down to 40° last night, making for a cool gray dawn with a gentle breeze adding to the chill. But inside, it is always a tropical 72°, and the coffee maker was wheezing and growling as it strained out its rich, dark brew. I’ll have to wait for it to finish, so I padded down to my ‘studio’ for a glimpse into the world.
Seems that most of my contacts are subdued after the rancorous election. And I have become just as intolerant of the left as they have of the right, so the dividers of people have won me over. But it doesn’t matter. I am just an old fart out in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. A crank. A curmudgeon scanning the newsfeeds and scowling at the stupidity of people who regard themselves as wise. There is no cure for that, it seems.
So I sip and watch a world that is so different than when I was a young man, and marvel. I don’t know what is in store for the next generation, but I am glad I will miss it. It aint gonna be pretty.
So with these crummy Shabbat predictions, the prophet takes another pull on his coffee and wishes you a blessed day of rest