Telltale

 I was tired before I drew them.

 It's good to have a green light. The path has been there all along. 

Sleep, now.

I will yield for a question...

 

...while retaining the floor.

He's still standing. There's been help. It's been eloquent and emotional. 

Since it's not his style, I did a lot of cursing for him as I listened and watched more on than off since before sunrise. 

I listened while I made my very first General Tso's from an actual recipe. Almost delicious.

Listened in the car when I went to the post office. Reported to the counter people, "He's still talking."

It was good to witness some uplifting history being made instead of the appalling shit that's been the daily fare for 72 damn days. 

This is the nursery pot where I plant the "nearly dead" I get from the big box store half-price racks. The poppys are a first. A little lavender, a strawberry plant, those pansies. All of them were in rough shape. Then we had a nice 24 hour rain and cloud cover. 

All will be well.

The second needle party for my back is early tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. 

This needling is a pleasant distraction.