We got some much needed rain yesterday. At one point there was a real down poor and authorities warned against travel. We took Youngest Daughter and friend to the Donut. Seriously, it was just a lot of rain.
We being we, we worried about the sump pump not going off when we thought it should. The sump pump was fine. [You ever think of, I dunno, maybe seeing a doctor about the worrying and fretting?-Ed]. Why? It'd just be us talking about our feelings and a prescription. Hard no. No with extreme prejudice.
We took in a Somerset Patriots game last night. The oppo had scored 10 runs by the 6th inning. Mrs. Stroock was pleased as the oppo was her Reading Phillies. We counted at least five Patriots errors though the official scorer charged them with only two. At times we felt we were watching a little league game. Still, it was nice to get out to the ballpark.
'Dad! Dad!' Youngest Daughter said. 'I was looking at your books on Amazon and there's this one reviewer who says how much you suck. He goes on for like nine paragraphs.'
'I know who that is,' we replied. 'You know when I say I have enemies? This would be what I'm referring too.' Usually we would have resorted to immature name calling with comparisons to Yasser Arafat. But Mrs. Stroock doesn't like that kind of talk around the house, and it is the wise man indeed who does not unnecessarily antagonize his wife, hell hathing no fury and all...' ['Hathing' is not a word-Ed]. Whatever. We recall the facts of the case and move on. That review is 11 years old and 20[?] novels ago.
DOGE report.
Same.
Right now we have a biker gang showing up at our Berkshire hippie commune, which seems a little trite, tropey even. But the bikers showing up does work. Honestly we can change the bikers to whomever we want. The point of the story is how the hippie commune reacts. Meh, the commune is more of a working farm.
We're working on the Dublin Airport scene in World War 1990: Thacher's War. We think we'll show the Brit assault from one POV character. FCA battalion commander? We don't know.