Now, Let's All Just Breathe in and Go To Our Happy Places...

Ok, here's the deal. Voting is fine. Good, even. Debate, also ok, even heated. Yelling at each other across the street, well, that's tacky. Whacking each other with your placards, just plain naughty. Running down opponents with your car, that's no good, at all. Pointing guns? Now, that is right out.

Luckily, Rachael Larimore has worked out a five-step program from which we can all benefit. (Thanks to The Conversation for the link.)

And while you're at it, Skot has written a Lovely, yes, Lovely poem to his wife for her 36th birthday, which you should not miss. (Excerpt: So love me too, tomorrow, on your day, when our Honda chariot arrives at Sizzler, and I will Look into your quiet eyes, and I will think How I love this woman--How I love her--How I hope she does not order lobster.) A fine, fine poem, such that maybe someone will write for me someday. A girl can hope.