For those few in any way at all interested, I have written a piece on how I spent Christmas Day The Lake District in Mist
It recounts how I visited Wordsworth's cottage and draws some parallels between his experience of the French Revolution and what is happening today.
In some ways, it also questions many of the current reactions that shriek out at us here on Daily Kos. It expresses my discomfort with some of the ugliness, whilst sympathetic to the frustration.
Yes, I know, I should re-post it here. Really, though, it is too personal and too brittle a diary to expose too fully to the noise and cuts of a disquieting Daily Kos that now seems to reject much of the saner elements of our more normal discussions.
So it and I hide away again, with just a wave to our friends on here.
To those friends, do visit me if you have a moment.