The knee is mending and we finally got some sleep. We can probably lift tomorrow.
The girls went to the flooring store and picked out the flooring they wanted for the basement, some sort of gray vinyl. We will probably paint the basement this weekend. Oldest daughter, the artist, wants sage green. We're indifferent.
We've got a great excuse to put off The Final Storm. We don't know where to find the books we need beneath the mountain of books in the utility room. For certain we will press on this month. The Tornado attack on Yedrovo is written. Which attack sequence to do next week? Reminder, we need to make each scene a bit different than the other.
Between the Afghanistan fiasco, the border crisis, the legislative log jam, and the supply chain crises, one gets the sense that Joe's admin thinks tweeting is its primary job. 'Go to Joe 30330,' as Joe once said in a debate. Take heart America, you did not elect this man.
What Will's Watching: The Daily Wire Backstage, Nashville. Folks, you haven't seen Ben Shapiro be funny till you've seen him walk on stage in a cowboy hat and bolo tie and say, 'But first...' An LA Jew in the south. A movie preview. A guest comedian appearance with an announcement. A great discussion and unique event over cigars and whisky. The Daily Wire's dime store Indian is Elizabeth Warren. And of course, the lovely Candace Owens. Lord knows where Shapiro gets the financial backing for all this. Oh right, LA Jew.
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