As I sit down to watch a bad movie on my day off, I’m thinking about how much less thinking I want to do right now. Not this moment, but in general. I want to recoil. It’s probably just a side effect of 2016, which is not a year of good tidings. Even if it isn’t the end of the world as we know it, a lot of significant people died this year. Most of them way too soon. Let’s face it, Bowie needed to go to at least eighty-seven, just so he could stage a last minute attempt at movie stardom. And Prince. So less thinking.