Only ten weeks of public service remaining. Then I return, after nearly three decades, to the place I call home. A land of mountains, rivers, gorgeous forests, Indian Reservations, and God's soft moist blanket protecting and nurturing the most beautiful Nature in our nation.
I look forward to laying down the sword and the soapbox for as long as I am physically able before that same beautiful Nature ends me. To silently stare in wonder, to seek and to question, to bask in the beauty. To learn rather than attempt to teach. I look forward to my silence.
But I still have ten weeks before I can return to the trailer park near the reservation and the river I grew up on. I still have work to do before I can be the old guy in the back of the church always smiling, assured that I did my duty and guiltless and content to simply exist and focus on the good in God's creation.
Ten weeks left to battle the innumerable domestic enemies of our nation as best I can.
Then happily lay down the sword and the soapbox.