Roswell at Loose Ends? #11

Here's one more undeniable fact the UFO believers like me dislike:  the average person living in Roswell, NM spends little or no time thinking about aliens during a normal week.

Having spent 10 posts--say 25 hours, more than one a day over the last three weeks--on Roswell, do I have about four not-very-appealing options?
1-be rational and traditional and leave it unexplained but seductive
2-closest to #1, seek out official material (Air Force reports) and get my feet back on Planet Earth (A month later, March 2017, I've spent time reading the Weaver Air F report)
3-put in a call to the believer-writers, to Mufon, a group named something like Mutual UFO Nuts
4-keep reading and here listing fascinating "cases" like June Crain the classified office secretary, Dee Proctor the kid who was with Brazel when he first found something odd, or radio station guy Joyce who tells a semi-corroborated story of military intimidation of the press

Then there are some "further-out" things to do.
5-Go to Roswell for a week and talk to anyone who knows anything and read and read.  This time of year, early Feb, it could also involve freezing my tush.
6-Branch out, having ended up with more questions than answers at Roswell, to Other Weird Related Stuff, like Howard Blum on how nuclear (SAC) bases were buzzed for months in 1975 by flying craft that could not be conclusively identified (UFOs).  Restricted air space was Not respected by these "invaders."
7-Acknowledge that this blog has never had a theme until it found one in New Mexico, and keep up the hobby.
8-Hire a psychic to explain it all
9-Hire God.  Pray gratefully I'm not a UFO abductee, nor do I know anyone who is or was, and kinda having wandered carelessly out onto the end of the runway, retreat sensibly and keep my distance.  Go back to my knitting, whatever that is--jogging, paying bills, calling friends I neglect, reading whatever miscellaneous book I take an interest in  . . . whoops, that's how I got to Roswell in the first place.