It is 17 days until November 4th, which—one way or the other—is a day that promises to be epically historic. I predict that we will see record-high voter turn-out, that's for certain. And I won't say anything more than that. I can only hope for certain outcomes, but we all know where hoping has gotten me this year.

Like the author of Incidental Findings, I am often seized by doom and gloom, by full-blown major depressive disorder, by neurovegetative signs. Polyphagia, insomnia, hypersomnia, emotional incontinence, fatigue, anxiety. You name it, I get it.

The Advent of the Empire. “A little rebellion now is a good thing” — Thomas Jefferson