Hello everyone, remember Our Own Private Canada?  I now live very close to the Canadian border. I can see Canada from my back yard, almost.  It is looking very pretty.

As I sit here this morning in shock, I thought I might just dream of Canada again, and remember that although this historical moment is no-analogue, I felt despair before. I don't know what that means just yet, but it's a start.

I hadn't actually looked at the blog for a long time, and see the epigraph by George Sand, regarding the "skillful use of words."  That's not really relevant this time around, so much.  Or maybe it is. Sigh, this tired mind has miles to go before she sleeps.