Contemplative moment. Three o'clock here in my humble abode. Very quiet, very quiet indeed. We have had three Cockatiels in the residences we have lived in for 26 years.. Took them to town yesterday to someone who wanted them. When I am up like this they are covered but still squawk and screech. Not so this morning. They gone bye-bye and it is as quiet as a tomb. Now I know what I have been missing for 26 years. I can actually think. Bad, bad. Not good for me to think. I just usually wing it. Anyhow John, get the mud out your mouth, and say what you were going to say. On the way home Nancy wanted to get a few staples for the larder 'cause we got another storm coming. Standing in line with her at the grocery store in my wonderfully deer blooded coveralls I had nothing to do but peruse the magazine racks. Unfortunately they had no girly magazines, so I was stuck with "How to make your man make more money" or "Who was on which drug in Hollywood" or "The perfect ensamble to make him go nuts" or a half dozen ones on "The end of the world is near in 08" I looked at those. That is what I'm thinking about this night. First, I am a pessimist. Gas to 4 or 5 bucks, stock market free falling, jobless rate up, mortgages and credit card debit skyrocketing, everyone in the world with a gun pointed at us, China getting ready to smack us, and this God awful election cycle. I am bummed out. My prediction is that we are headed for real trouble this year, like we have never seen. A Katie get your gun and lock up the hogs kind of year. So I am Inquiring about you guys Gut feeling about the year, not just the Super Bowl Game.. Give me some predictions in your own way. Nobody is going to laugh at you. Somebody convince me I am wrong.