Boise has been thick in fog. Days are short and the session begins again soon. January 11th. Like many legislators, I take short trips to Legislative services to draft bills. I visit on the phone or after meetings with Republican colleagues. I contemplate strategy, wording, policy, politics. Sometimes there is too much debate about politics rather than about policy and law makers don't do things they should/could/want to because of what their party would do or what they think voters might think. But now I'm trying to hold onto what is possible. I'm watching the clock tick forward toward that day when the gavel again falls and I'm getting ready. I'm thinking about how to thrive in the more somber house, the Senate, and remembering how different every session is from the ones before. There is just no telling. It never feels the same. Like different worlds one year to the next. One tune taps its way through my lips and toes today. The whistled part of the song at the end of The Life of Brian. When they are all hung up on crosses they whistle and sing that tune… "Always look on the bright side of life… always look on the bright side of life…"