Ranting: What Keeps Me Sane in Insane Times.

A woman was ranting out in the middle of my street this morning

You may be surprised to learn that it was not me.

I sure was.

I spotted her at the bottom of our hill, waving her arms and hollering, as soon as I began my jaunty descent. The descent, I might add, is always jaunty. Funny how the ascent never is. But I digress. Again.