We live in strange times. or The more things change, the more they stay the same.

At the beginning of the week, we were wired for sound. Talking, walking, calling, hoping. Tuesday was a day of anxiety and second guessing, of pontificating and taking guesses as to the outcome. Tuesday night once the polls closed there was hurt, and anger mixed with a great deal of optimism. Wednesday was a day of reflection and sharing, of wondering the outcome of of some really tight races that could change the course of the way things are done. Thursday was life as usual again.

The weather has been as bizzare as the politics. Indian Summer does not usually wait until the first week of November to show its head, but so it did, with the week beginning in the 50's each day a bit warmer unitl today, The temps plummetted into the 30's and we have the thunderstorm that supposedly will lead to 2 or 3 inches of snow.

Most of this just goes to show that you can not predict in close quarters. We can see trends in major movements. The politics of this country have always swung from the left to the right to the left again. the seasons obliously change every year with regularity. Are there anomolies? of course. 68 degrees on November 9, very odd. a smirking chimp as a lame duck is a good thing.

and life goes on.