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So … we meet at last, Mister Bond.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
It’s all stuff
So … we meet at last, Mister Bond.
Confession time: Donna and I didn’t turn out for the No Kings protest yesterday.
Tomorrow marks my nineteenth year of sobriety.
I don’t think Trump does the things he does in order to distract us from the Epstein files.
If they told us beforehand he was going to announce his own resignation, I still wouldn’t tune in.
My sister Mary, who lives in Montana, is visiting the Tucson area.
Normally I post morning walk photos on Instagram, auto-copied to Facebook and Threads. Some of these photos were on those platforms earlier today, but I’ve been neglecting the blog so here they are again, all together in one post.
It’s early days and my product is amateurish.