Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We voted this morning bright and early.  Yesterday my husband fell and hurt his wrist, so he has an appointment to see the doctor this morning.  I hope it's not broken or badly sprained.  We were just walking along and he stumbled and fell, putting his whole weight on his hand.  It's a jungle out there, at least for those of us aging and having more trouble with our balance.  I hope his fall is not an omen for the election.  I've been super jittery and so is everyone I know.  I realized today I've put off buying the new Haruki Murakami novel because I'm not really in the amused, ironic frame of mind to enjoy it.  I've lost some of my sense of humor.  I've not got the lightness to read him right now.  Instead I'm reading a book about Guantanamo prisoners, by Dan Fesperman, and it's darkness fits right in with my mood.  Before that I read "The Survivor's Cafe", about the legacy of Holocaust survivors.  I'm a regular little cloud cover.