The mind, mine at least, creates melodrama when left unsupervised for too long. Probably some evolutionary device to keep us from lounging in the middle of the road, thinking good, dirty thoughts.
Now, somehow, I've found paradise on a windy rock sticking up in the middle of the English Channel. One of the best parts of this adventure is the discovery that my neighbours, here in Portland, are aware that we're in the best place. I'm a geographer, for heaven's sake. I don't take this for granted.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
