(Jon-no-H and Bud. Photo Socotra.)

Let’s see: I have vowed not to write about politics, the implications of climate change, the brutality of the meat industry and the internal conflict about its products, the conduct of the rogue national security state in the 1960s and anything that may subject my gentle readers to the perils and discomfort of TMI.

Under no circumstances talk about anyone’s Prophet.

That about wipes out the waterfront.

So, I think I will just get organized and go to the farm to see what has piled up in the mailbox on the little country road. I made a humble breakfast of yoghurt and nuts to compensate for the Willow on Friday night. In so doing, I had to tiptoe around the reports of demonstrations in Spain and Greece and keep my eyes off the continuing crisis in the Euro Zone.

I managed it, though, and did laundry to produce fresh sheets, which with an open window in the crisp night air made all mundane concerns float away. The wonders of a crisp fresh duvet and eiderdown and 1200-thread count hotel-style sheets cannot be underestimated. Ah!

The richness of the rest made it easy to pay no attention to the implications of the arrival of a grand Solar Minimum, though it may make me keep the window closed earlier than usual this winter.

This morning, I successfully ignored the bubble in Student Loans, which just was revised way up, and now resembles the sub-prime bubble in 2007.

I managed to defer judgment on the dissembling of the diplomats on the coordinated al-Qaida affiliate attack on the anniversary of 9/11.

Ah. I feel much better.

It is a lovely Fall day in Virginia, cool and crisp sweater weather. It is a perfect day to take in a football game, or do some grilling out in a parking lot as the colors arrive in the deciduous trees. Or just look at the birches going brilliant beyond the fences of the pastures.

(Tracy O’Grady and Beef-on-Weck. We managed to cover the epidemic of Type II diabetes, women’s reproductive rights and the impact of the economy on small business without a single answer in between her duties as Executive Chef. Photo Socotra.)

Tracey O’Grady rolled out the Buffalo Tribute menu for the last Friday of the month, and the Beef-on-Kummelweck sandwiches and Buffalo Wing and Artichoke dip was superb, and there never was a better-dressed basket of pommes frites.

(Baker and co-owner Kate Jansen with pommes frites. Photo Socotra).

The road to hell is paved with grand intentions, and I intend to take the Panzer on the road, and go South with the very best of them. Life is good, so long as it lasts.

(Life is good. Jamie, Short Hair Mike’s better influence and Vic at the Amen Corner. Photo by The Lovely Bea).

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