Yesterday I rejoiced that I had postponed my daily scribblings until my physical and mental health returned. I noted that I had been bordering on the hallucinatory -- hearing voices, espying vanishing figures in the wings, imagining bizarre conversations with myself, that sort of thing.
So it's good that I didn't post. For had I persisted in doing so, I would have related -- either last night or this morning, my most bizarre, hallucinatory event yet: That of Donald Trump blathering before a national audience that, for instance, "I turn on the T.V., open the newspapers and I see stories of chaos. Chaos. Yet it is the exact opposite. This administration is running like a fine-tuned machine."
And that he again boasted of his vast electoral college victory, while again excoriating the media, the intelligence community, and federal judges.
Commenting on any such hallucinations would have been as irresponsible -- as just plain nuts -- as commentating, say, on an extravagantly far-fetched nightmare I most recently had of the U.S. Senate confirming a staunch anti-environmentalist as this nation's next EPA administrator. That just couldn't happen.
Hence what I've been reading in the past 24 hours must only be the passing madness of fevered delusions and drug-induced addleness. As I emerge from my stewing befuddlements, either later today or tomorrow, the world will reveal itself to be a much saner place on which to comment, I'm sure.