Saving the best for last

 

A fine spaghetti dinner, a few rounds of poker, and two weeks' worth of catching up.  He's loving the trumpet and taking band, and getting A's in math. 

We will try to institute the ancient technology of letting writing. I left him with stamps and envelopes. The ball is in his court.

And a warm welcome when I got home. 

I never even watched Jimmy Kimmel, and I cancelled Disney+, Hulu, and HBO as soon as the servers let me in.  This fucking country can eat itself alive for all I care right now. People seem to be waking up to the Shitweasel's game and hitting back. I have plans for 10/18, but for the moment, I want to wrap myself in a cloak of invisibility and take a break from screaming.

The ignorant Jesus jumpers think this is their moment. Jesus spat in Charlie Kirk's eye, and god threw him down the elevator shaft. That smell? His burning bullshit.