Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a great idea the other day, if I do say so myself, that my husband try one of the lego sets instead of his usual jigsaw puzzles. He's done about every jigsaw out there, and as a kid he used to make model airplanes and ships. He couldn't get the kit he wanted, as a lot of the kits are out of stock (due to the desperation of covid no doubt), but he's working on a kind of train engine that gives me a headache just to look at. He had wanted to try a piano that really plays, but it's now on the company wish list. Anyway, he's clearly enjoying the challenge, Next week we are going to our cabin to avoid all the election coverage. Our younger son, his wife, and son are already up there. That's my blow for mental sanity. I feel besieged at home, and I voted two weeks ago. Up there our phones don't work and there is no internet at all. No TV, just a radio. There won't be many people there because the lake is down and no snow yet, so no skiing. Just crisp fall air, a fire in the franklin stove and lots of hot cocoa. Yes, I'm burying my head in the sand, but why not? I'm powerless to do anything more at this point. Retreat is my best strategy.