Still no decision, or clear one in election. But I don’t want to talk about that now, think or write about it. My kids this morning, talking on the way to Oakmont about halves, Jackie especially. How he’s 8 AND A HALF, Emma 4 and a half, then ME. 41, and that half. Emma demands that we acknowledge she’ll 5 soon. I then think about them, them talking, my life’s work, the morning and the drive… then accessing a different consciousness. I could go in a billion different directions with this, and eventually I probably will. How I think, what I think and when, then what to do with those thoughts.