Knuckle-bear and calf, Lintum Forest
I am so not ready to go back to writing about the Chinese Communist Wuhan Death Virus, riots, soulless white liberals, and all that other schiff that everybody else is writing about. I am so not up for it, it isn’t funny.
That’s not like me. Usually on Monday I’m ready to wade back into the hurly-burly. So why am I thinking that today I’d like to work on my new book and put up a few blog posts that have nothing to do with Far Left Crazy trying to murder our country? I mean, we have to fight them, and we have to win.
But is God telling me, “I will fight them, boy. You go write your book”?
Yeahbut, yeahbut–Lord, what about my Newswithviews column?
“You don’t even know what you want to write for that. If I told you to sit down and write it today, you’d be stuck. So don’t worry about it.”
Tomorrow, then. I’ll get back into the melee tomorrow. I guess.