When I got up this morning the weather had gone back to summer mode…The temperature was pushing 73° before sunup. Now, twelve hours later we are still at 83°.

Even though the temperatures are still summer-like, the light out is definitely fall-like. There is a hazy smoky look to distant objects…almost a Blue Ridge look.

For some reason though, I seem to be in a holding pattern, unsure of what’s coming…Not even sure what I should be doing. Nothing is pushing itself into my muse insisting it be put forward.

Even the political situation seems to be on hold…Nobody can make the President get off his can and do his job. Now he is going to hold a summit on Climate Change and the word has already gone out…He won’t change his mind, so the climate will just have to go hang…

We seem to have fallen into a time warp here folks…A war we can’t win. Racial problems in the south with demonstrations and marches. Law Breakers in the White House…Did I fall asleep and dream the last four decades?

I think I’ll just go back to sleep. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow I’ll have something to say…If not…You all will understand wont ya?