Good morning from the Stroock Northern Strategic Direction, valued reader(s). Not you, brave anonymous Swedes of Nightingale Russia. You know, writing those last too sentences, it occurs to us that the Nightingale Russia Swedes just don't get our Soviet terminology jokes.
You see, we don't slip into a faux Russian accent and Soviet era military terminology because were a Sovietophile or even a Russianophile. We've read plenty of Russian history and [shakes head] yikes. No, we do so because we think it's silly. Kind of like the old Wendy's Soviet Fashion Show ad from the 80s. What? No, no you dumb Swedes. Wendy's isn't saying they like the Soviet Union, they're...oh never mind.
We will say thank you, Sweden, for humiliating that purple haired millionaire weirdo and the rest of the knee benders of the US Women's Soccer Team. Skanks. We miss Hope Solo, she was our kind of crazy. [You would totally get on that-Ed] I would, I would.
We're sitting out on the deck. It's sunny, not a cloud in the sky, 65 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, not the fru-fru Euro-Celsius. We just saw a pair of herons fly low over the water. That's the Berkshires. We'll be heading home Saturday.
Zoom in and center right you'll see the boat. We still haven't taken that thing out since getting it in the water.
What Will's Watching, a lot of baseball lately. And we've actually been kinda entertained. We're not emotionally invested in a team anymore, we've just been appreciating the game.
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