Right – can there really be politics without pain – er – I mean Payne?
Not for me – at least, not today.
Sheila and I, with Abby the best trail dog ever – set out in what promised to be drizzle all day – to Payne Bluffs. The idea was to head up and then over to Sandon and do a loop via the Cody Spur. Not once did we talk politics. Oh – well – maybe once for just a millisecond.
I am so very glad it’s over. We now can expect one day of pundits chewing over the remains of the day (tomorrow), one day to recuperate and then well, it’s U.S. politics, so you know that on Friday the campaigning for 2020 will be in full swing.
Back to hiking. We had a great day with only the tiniest sprinkling of rain – we even had sun breaking through the mist now and then and, above Sandon, a dusting of snow on the trail.
And now, a warm house, a bubble path, chocolate, and me listening to Simon giving a blow-by-blow of the election results which are beginning to come in from the Eastern Seaboard.
It’s going to be a long night.
And yes – one of the things I admire and appreciate about my husband is his political involvement.