It happened to me in November, and it happened again this week. I got so stressed out I became physically ill. After a few days of just sleeping, eating, reading, and watching non-war-oriented television, I'm feeling better now.

I'm burnt out on the war. I hope I'm wrong about everything, I suspect I'm probably not, and there's nothing I can do about it besides continue to vote for candidates who will handle international issues better than the ass-clown we're stuck with now.

In eight weeks, I'll be on the road to LA. I'll probably be in Ohio by now. It's time.

Our relatives think we're never coming back from California. I think they're just hoping we finally settle down, and they no longer care where. We'll see.