Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

It’s the last night of the DNC. Kamala (or ,la) Harris will make her case, The delegates will cheer; the pundits will pund; and the opinion columnists will opine. Tomorrow Chicago will remove all its armor from the streets around viable places, and I assume the mayor will breathe a sigh of relief that there were no extremely outrageous incidents.

There are 75 days to go until the election.

If you’ll excuse me, the thought of slogging through debates, defamations, and denials for 75 days is overwhelming. So  I’m going to take an aspirin and call it a day. Tomorrow I plan to write about how I think my gardens are predicting an early fall.

Good luck, Kamala.