Good Monday, Stroock's Books constituents. We are at home this second week of August. Thus begins the final phase of our summer. In one week we return to the Stroock Northern Strategic Direction and after that, back to the Jersey Shore.
As always, the summer just seems to fly by. Writing that, we felt a pang of nostalgia for our childhood summer, when the season seemed to take forever, sigh. We've already received the girls dance schedule for the 2024-25 year, and the planning of for the family's third and final bat mitsvah continues apace. Summer will be over soon enough.
We had not one but two flash storms yesterday. This time of year, in the New York metropolitan area the weather is just kind of gross.
And we're having a First World problem, as Ace likes to say. Yesterday our fancy 'smart' thermostat quit on us. We hate technology.
We awake to see that Iran has not yet struck Israel. Israel remains on high alert. We've been thinking about how the Israelis should retaliate short of all-out war. The IAF should spend a week bombing Hezbollah targets in Lebanon. The Israeli navy should sink numerous Iranian naval targets. Is that Iranian navy intel ship still in the Red Sea? If so, send Shayetet-13 to seize it.
Election update! We saw three major election events last month. We'll have a fourth event today as the Nikkei index in Japan crashed. Which means the Dow Jones will crash today. Dow Futures are already down a thousand points. Enjoy Kamala!
What's the plan this week? We'll attempt to wrap up War Night's Haig in the bunker story and the Irish Taoiseach story, which will bring the MS to 40,000 + words. We are on pace to have the rough done by the end of the summer, defined as 21 September. [Are you planning?-Ed] Oh no, we're not planning!
We'll write a few more scenes in World War 1990: Thatcher's War and read yet another book.
Oh! And this week we'll learn the fate of Ambush at Lingayen Gulf. Final thought, if Ambush at Lingayen Gulf is accepted, we've given you people one novel and two short stories this year. Our responsibility to the readership is met. [What if the publishers come back and say they want a third story from you this year?-Ed] Don't tempt us with a good time.
It's been more than three weeks since our last cigar. Should we indulge? The heat doesn't bother us. In fact, we kind of like it. The blood of the South does pulse through our veins, after all.
Monday not Metal and keeping with the blog's general Irish theme of late: So out on the lake one of the girls played Dreams and Linger by The Cranberries. Those songs were on the radio exactly 30 years ago, when we began dating the girl's mother. We got a little sentimental, emotional even.
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