Comey Walk

There is the quiet walk: no earphones, mind open to bird song and insect chirp.

There is the musical walk: with Brahms or Bach or Simon and Garfunkel.

And then there is the Comey walk. That's what I've been taking the last few days. It's a subset of the all-news walk, and it consists of the following: what will he say, what did he say, and now, what will happen because of what he said.

This is not the most restful soundtrack for an early-morning stroll. But it's an itch that must be scratched. As soon as I returned home this morning I picked up the newspaper. Now I'm reading about what Comey said. At least I'm consistent.