Staycation
So how’s your staycation going?
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
It’s all stuff
So how’s your staycation going?
Our old pool umbrella’s shot, so we ordered a new one. I use the umbrella to shade a section of the pool, moving it around as necessary (it swivels at the base). It’s the only way I can log pool time while staying out of the sun … well, except for swimming at night, the […]
The second I clicked, a mental grail knight—the very one from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade—said “You chose poorly.”
Let the javelina sort it out.
Speaking of hopes, I pray the speaker of the house is taking extraordinary precautions against contracting coronavirus, or at least more stringent ones than the members of the executive branch have up to now. Jesus, what a shitshow!
Donna and I still dress for the day every morning, though by the time we sit down to watch the nightly news we’re usually in our jammies.
I want to tell myself we’re going to crush Trump and the fascist Republicans who’ve hitched their wagons to him in November, but fuck me, I didn’t think he had a chance in 2016 either and look how that worked out.
I met Mayor Carolyn Goodman in March 2014, on a motorcycle trip to visit my son in Las Vegas.