Projecting is for Opera Singers

Or maybe ventriloquists. But not for network news behemoths. Or at least that is the way it should be. However, every election cycle sees pundits projecting away, even when only microscopic percentages of actual votes have been counted.

A simple solution to the annoyance this engenders is to just go to bed early, preferably with a good book. Beck and I are rereading the Jane Smiley Georges and Jewels books and much enjoying them. Young adult fiction, complete with horses written about by someone who actually knows a hoof from a handball court, is a sure cure for the mental trials of adulthood.

I drifted away into peaceful slumber, perched on the shoulders of Black George as he jogged up and down hills, untroubled by thoughts of proposals and projections.

Only dream horses for me now, but I remember enough from the real ones to escape the election doldrums in good fashion.

And now, back to that half-polished rough draft for this week's Farm Side.