We have returned, after enjoying, while visiting my immediate family in the Missouri Ozarks, a three-day news blackout. I have yet to update myself on current events, although I'm assuming nothing has changed, since virtually nothing changed for nearly four years before I so briefly retired to the bosom of Ozarkian ignorance. It has its merits. If McConnell, Boehner & Friends are going to stifle every program of Obamian invention, one might as well suffer them in peace, while watching the deer roam and a mother raccoon play.
Has the conscientious electorate ever felt so helpless?
At any rate, for the day's remainder I must shake the profound blackness that comes after every visit back home. I miss my family. I miss them terribly--my mother, my two brothers. Also, before our daughter came my wife--a native Illinoisan--and I lived in the Ozarks, surrounded by my family. We loved our life there. Now she's gone, and my visits back home--peppered by so many places we frequented together--only propel the emotional aches to the surface. I want things as they were; so many of us do. But it cannot be.
How to shake the blackness? Submerge the aches in work and the political distractions of nothingness (or is it the nothingness of distractions?), to which I'll return tomorrow. See you then. I promise not to be so gloomy.