For starters, let me just say I doubt I’ll ever be able to order an Arnold Palmer again. Or drink one. What a crazy couple of weeks are in store for us, my fellow Americans. Honestly, Tuesday, Nov. 5 can’t come too soon, and not only because my beloved is leaving me home alone for the first time since the last presidential election. Yes, I’ll be “batchin’ it” for two whole weeks next month. As in solo mio time. When the cat’s away, the mice will … reorganize closets, cupboards and junk drawers? Can’t wait. But I digress. Last week four of us drove up to Traverse City, driving through…