Up through Tuesday I’ll be scrambling around from chore to chore. It will all culminate with the arrival of the very important canine that will replace me as monarch of this realm. But I will do my darnedest to post my photos and quotes and even attempt to express myself in lucid hexameter (or something). My feelings about the future have shifted into a decidedly more pragmatic approach. Fixing the republic is a pipe dream. Surviving in the belly of the beast is the order of the day. And who knows, maybe in the long run we’ll make some progress against the monsters.
Today is a family gathering and it should be fun. Tomorrow is a catch up day at work and Tuesday is a travel day. I will try to forget the 9/11 memorial. They’ve poisoned it by using it as a weapon against our own people. If tomorrow planes were flown into steel towers in Manhattan I’d ask the victims why they were still there? What’s the difference between jumping out of a hundred story window and being beaten to death by a gang of feral teenagers out for a laugh? I think I’d prefer the leap. Less pain.
Well, I hope your Sunday goes well and I’ll speak to you soon.