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Friday afternoon. Cocktail hour. Sipping my applejack. Pondering the absolute serenity and peaceful country life. 75*, 33% humidity. Looking at the signs of spring. Then, George. No problem. Not even He can aggravate me today. He simply wanted to know what was up. I took another snort, and a deep breath. I told him about all the above, and the realization that motivation alone cannot conquer all negative emotions, sometimes you've just got to rely on good old fashioned personal discipline. While I was taking another sip, George started snickering. That squirrel told me I had no idea what real discipline was. Yeah, he knows why I live in the country. Yeah, he knows me. Why would he pick a fight with a clearly superior force? Yeah, I asked him while he was sucking from my applejack glass. Then, he sat back, and started laughing. According to George, squirrels are far superior and more disciplined than we are. They awaken when they want. They snack on hidden goodies. They run up and down trees. They jump from tree to tree. For entertainment, they tease dogs. They chase women who like to be chased. Some raid bird feeders for fun, or pick on humans for sport. They sleep with their families when weather gets bad. They're free, without outside influences. They don't worry about the Techie age. They don't worry about taxes. They don't worry about food. Politicians don't exist in their world. Tomorrow will begin identical to today. Predictability is better than technology, and freedom is better than government. The most serious lack of discipline he faces is when he dances on my tin roof at sunrise, to the cackles and squeaks of delight from his friends. After watching MSM and checking social media today, I think George got me. Maybe they ARE the smart ones, after all. I HATE it when he's right !