Our guests are headed home to Ohio. For the first time in ten days, Deb and I are left to ourselves — as much as we’ve enjoyed the company, by early this afternoon we were taking deep breaths and had our feet up.
Today happens to be the 16th anniversary of our first date. We marked the occasion with a smile.
There’s not much else to report. I made myself a couple of Swiss-and-onion sandwiches and ate a cup of cream-on-top yogurt. Unable to be totally unproductive, with Deb’s help I dumped Ernie’s waste-water tanks and power-flushed the black tank. It was time.
Speaking of effluent, I had the displeasure of hearing the latest crap from Geraldo. After the oxygen thief announced (proudly) that he’s “all-in for vaccination mandates,” he said that he “detests” all vaccinated Americans who stand up for the right of unvaccinated Americans to make a different choice. That, of course, pretty much makes him a communist — not that that’s news or anything.
I also caught an interview with a U.S. Senator. Commenting on Democrats’ punitive “Eat the Rich” legislation, he observed that there are more pages in the bill than there are billionaires in America. (Never mind that revenue generated by The Politics of Resentment doesn’t come close to paying for their free-for-all.)
I heard a pundit point out that as crime rises, Democrats try to disarm law-abiding Americans and push harder to de-fund police; and that the louder they bleat about a national health “crisis,” the more adamant they become about mandates that drive healthcare workers from the profession.
That’s what happens when I kick back for a day. I hear things.
So here we are in The Ozarks, diggin’ the change of seasons, and once again it’s just us. We feel at home — and that, after all, is the single most important thing.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
(Today’s header image: Porch-sittin’, yesterday.)