I spent today with my beautiful daughters and my wonderful husband.  It was a perfect fall day....almost too warm, but the sun was soothing.  It was a day spent tailgating, meeting new people and high-fiving each other (and those around us :).  When we said our goodbye's and all the girls were on there way back to their destinations, I had some time to reflect.  I logged on to my computer and did some soul searching.  Why was I so convinced that "my guy"...they man I wanted to be president, was going to win this year's presidential election?  I read some articles.  Some from conservative sources some from friends, not conservative, and kind enough to stick it to the me, the person who believes in a "Fantasyland Party... an isolated and gated community impervious to any intrusions of reality from the “real America” it solipsistically claims to represent." Ouch... love you, too.  After reading several articles, watching apologetics from Karl Rove, Scott Rasmussen and Frank Luntz and taking a long bubble bath, I realized I had to admit it.  As difficult as it is I have to admit it.  I drank the kool-aid. Yes, my strong belief in a more traditional country with its individual spirit, limited government, and personal responsibility and desire to have someone as president who will govern with those solemn principles got me to follow a line of thought that was greatly flawed. So, what now?  Reflection?  Such a cliche. Blame? Petty. Conversion? Not likely. But, I do know one thing I can do to make sure this doesn't happen again.  Refocus spiritually, socially, familially, and communally.  It has been a long political season. I need a rest.  It's time for a sabbatical. It starts tomorrow....right after we watch the morning news.