I’m sorry that I have not written much for the last several days. I have been a bit overwhelmed with snow shoveling and the disturbing news that keeps coming from Washington. On the latter, I often feel like I am railing against the wind.
Then I take heart from Dylan Thomas:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day:
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
See http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm for the complete poem.
