CAFFEINE-JACKED NASTY MAN

This may be one of the coldest Junes that I've experienced. How nice that elsewhere it is unseasonably warm. While I dislike being cold, I detest heat. My legs become unbearable partes inferiores and I can scarcely move under those conditions, and I fervently wish that upon all the red states, where in some areas loyal Trump voters having been waiting for months for disaster aid which has been delayed. And delayed. And delayed.

Yes of course they should build an alligator Alcatraz at top speed with that money. We'll need some place to stow the Republican traitors when sanity returns. Some place hot and humid.

By the way: we aren't much bothered by mosquitoes here. I understand they are constant companions to sleeping Repubs, yes? Perhaps because of that thick bacon-rich blood.


In another two hours or so I'll go get something fried for lunch. Seems appropriate in this cold weather. After my return last night it slightly rained. And it was somewhat foggish. Not sure, but I believe a herd of musk oxen trudged past the building.

Smoking the second pipe of the day right now.
It smells like ... victory.

David has responded to my note. He's organizing my mother's old classmate's papers for eventual publishing and or librarying at the university where he taught. Poems, translations from mediaeval French, philosophy and art writings, correspondence with French and Italian men of letters. As a complete illiterate I would be of no earthly use in that project; I only look intellectual because I smoke a pipe. All I could add is that he liked Dutch gin -- Oude Genever, pot-still produced -- and must have had a hard time finding it upstate.

[By the way: quite inconsequential to anything at all, if you enjoy good Virginia mixtures and flakes you can smoke the same pipe two times in a day or two, but then it does need to rest for a day or two afterwards. Which means at around three bowls a day you will need at least six or seven briars in your rotation. Aficionados of English / Balkan blends will need nearly twice that number at least, as will puffers of clean Burley blends. Smokers of aromatics will need a good therapist. Probably because of their dysfunctional family and several unresolved issues.]

There are birds apathetically chirping outside. And, for some reason I cannot fathom, I am wondering when the last time was that I saw a bat in this neighborhood. There used to be a small roost of them in the narrow space between the building opposite. Perhaps we don't have enough bugs here to feed the flittermice. It's not humid enough.

Bats might be the only reason to visit the red states.
They're probably chock full of them.


No genever there.




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