I just went out to get my newspaper. It's a bone-chilling 56 degrees out there. I cautiously looked at the headline to see who our president is. I say cautiously because I think either candidate is going to get us into a whole heap of trouble. The headline reads "It's Close." I'm too afraid to turn on the television to find out so I guess I'll wait until I get to work to learn who our next fearless leader will be.
For now, I'm just a happy little Hobbit wandering blissfully through the Shire like Frodo before Bilbo gave him that damn ring.