If I’m not at home, feeling serene, . . . accepting the things I cannot change, . . . . then I’m at home blogging, trying to convince others to join me and do something about changing the things we could . . . . . I don’t get out much. I’m waiting; I’ll get ‘out’ when the really good weather hits. Then I’m going to forget the politicians who want to kill our nation’s freedom and I’ll go to the San Juan Islands and paddle with the killer whales. They’re much safer, and true serenity lives there, . . . . as long as one keeps one’s eyes heavenward!