Good morning, reader(s) of Stroock's Books, whoever you are, and happy Tuesday.
Our sojourn across the Hudson River went fine yesterday. After lunch we stopped by the cemetery to commune with relatives.
Afterwords we fixed our lawnmower (the push bar assembly needed four new screws) and mowed the lawn in the most patriotic and observant way possible.
We're back to posting on Substack. Meh, it's a habit, and good place to vent.
The New York Knicks are in the NBA finals. We've never been much of an NBA fan. We yawn appropriately.
War of the ants...not much activity, though we spotted some little ones on the windowsill last night.
Health update...so we have a colonoscopy/endoscopy on Thursday. Prep begins tomorrow. We're that age, obviously. But this test was triggered by some blood work results. We're trying not to be pissed off about this [Why would you be pissed off about this?-Ed] Dunno. Wish us luck.
Via Hotair (where else?) we should eschew doomerism. Recall that the Gaza deal turned out to be pretty good. And Trump 45 walked way from bad deals with North Korea and China. This blog remains cautious and circumspect.
DOGE report.
We haven't heard back on either of our Pershing article queries and classifying them as busts.
We are not ready to pick up World War 1990: Thatcher's War. We'll tweak The Managua Campaign. One more week?
We'll also be working on our British Army of the Rhine story this week.
