Well, wasn’t that a week?
I want to see some ass kicking tonight. Fingers crossed.
best!
The halo, as seen in news pics of politicos, has been commented upon in these pages before. This would appear to be the post-modern culmination of the art.
Not again
Water
I am loving this rain. Supposedly we’re in for 23 mph winds later – man, I hope so. The air is still not clean from the heat wave this weekend.
Cool
Remarkable. It’s barely 55 degrees Fahrenheit and raining under cloudy skies. This installment of the two-week summers looks closed.
Heat
SOL INVICTUS has banish’d FALSE WINTER at long last.
LET THE PROLETARIAN RESISTANCE TO HEAT BEGIN!
I mean, I’m ready for the sun and all but my mist-clad veins prefer the wan light which heats with gentility and manner, in opposition to the wanton, savage rage of the flaming orb currently wilting plants to the far-flung corners of my very yard. Well, this heat can’t last, right?
Booger.
I originally constructed this post with no content but the Words proper. Then I thought of the 69 year old I am corresponding with concerning genealogy who complimented me on my website. So I’ll wait a while.
On the other hand, Mr. Carlin was 71 when he died.
BLIZZARD
OK, in the past ten minutes, half-an-inch of snow has accumulated, and if anything, it’s snowing harder.
.
NOT AGAIN
My corn.
Yes. Sigh. Again. My lettuce and broccoli and onions.
Obfuscatory elisions
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