Good Saturday morning, Stroock's Books Continuum.
Services last night. Lots of milling about afterwards amongst the refreshments, as is typical. Youngest Daughter left her Hebrew notebook at the synagogue. Whoops.
It's raining this morning, so our weekend yardwork programme won't resume till tomorrow. We need to pick up a chainsaw.
Seriously, it's time to get off the Trump Train. Gobshites.
The things.
General Nagid has five followers. His tweets are getting double digit views now.
Look at us, we did a thing. Maybe we'll do more things. Other things are in limbo or cancelled.
Today we start reading the proof of The New American Order 1977-1981. Wish us luck. The proofer has the proof and is proofing. We hate this part. But there will be a moment where we note, 'This is why one reads one's final proof.'
World War 1990: The Final Storm. We've edited, written, and rewritten. The SAS chapter is almost as good as we can get it. Almost. One. More. Week. In a good way though. This isn't about trying to figure out what's wrong. We've done that. Now we're just smoothing out the creases.
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