After a long, exhausting, but uneventful flight, we are again in Chapel Hill. The latest twist on the email matter is the last straw. I shall canvas for Clinton this coming week and vote early, but I cannot any longer watch television or read the news on the web. I am beyond stressed out.
I spent some time during the flight re-reading much of the Analogies of Experience of the Critique. There is so much there that I cannot hope to cover it all in my penultimate lecture Monday.
Should Clinton win, and be re-elected, I will be ninety before I dare hope again.
Oh, by the way, I watched The Force Awakens on the flight. I freely admit that I teared up when an aging Han Solo and a timeless Chewbaka appeared to reclaim the Millennium Falcon.