I’ve reached that point where all the nooze stories coalesce into one swirling, stinking chaos. Or to put it another way, my morale is hurting.
My book, Behold!, should have been out by now. But there’s a paper shortage. Things don’t work very well, since SloJo’s in the White House.
The sun is shining, for a change. My wife is after me to go out and get some exercise. I’d like to find that magic post that brings back the 100-plus readers that I’ve lost per day, but I have yet to discover what that is.
All right, I’ll take a hike. I don’t know what I want to write about this morning, anyway.