Taking a week off was a difficult thing for me to do. Always has been. My brain has always imagined the world saying upon my return: "Oh, you were gone?" When I retired from radio, it turned out I had thirteen weeks of unused vacation. They agreed to give me three weeks pay, not thirteen. But I had scheduled a lot last week, probably too much, into my life (a church workshop, writing a sermon, a trip to western NY, just for starters) so getting a week to gather my thoughts was allowing myself some regeneration and, really, just common sense. And allowing some of the world to seep into my brain and pen. Leave it to me to rationalize and/or apologize for taking time off.

I'm somewhat bemused at listening to James Comey's comments (and the answering rants on Twitter) on his book tour as reported/repeated by various radio outlets. He continues to use various ways to call Trump a liar, a prevaricator, a stranger to the truth, etc. I think the veracity of that judgement is probably accurate, but (and?) I look back over much of my life (both experience and historical readings) and come to a sad conclusion/question: Don't we Americans have a tendency to elect liars?