Drones in Cold Skies

The time is 6:37 AM. With great hesitation we look out the window at Mom Force-1, our less than a year-old minivan, to see if the tires are deflated like yesterday, motherf@#$&%! Deflation will trigger a cascade of events in which we must needs make several decisions. Do we go to our mechanic, reliable but time consuming and requiring a pickup - lots of moving parts? Or do we go to the discount tire chain, less reliable, but hey it's a tire leak they can fix that, and hangout in the waiting room and work on this blog. 

We hate decision cascades. 

We wake up this morning thinking, no. Just no. We're tired and cranky and vexed. 

Winter has arrived in full effect with consistent sub-thirty and sub-twenty temps. Are we finally so old these temps bother us?

No we haven't seen any drones in the skies above Bridgewater.  They've been spotted over Trump National in nearby Bedminster, a ten-minute drive from here. We'll warily watch the sies tonight. Exit question: is the alien activity, or the Jews? 

We haven't said much about the war in Syria because we just don't know. So we did the exact opposite thing a paid cable news pundit and neocon war hawk would do, and kept our goddamn mouth shut. [You were one once, and aren't you a pro-Israel war hawk?-Ed]. Shut up, Ed. Anyway, we waited for facts and even consulted a few people we know who are in the know. Hot Air, as is Hot Air's wont, has an excellent summation of the Syrian situation. 

Stroock's Books believes 20 years after the US overthrew Saddam in Iraq, secular Arab dictators are better than Islamic nutjobs, no? To put it another way, Bashar al Assad is the least-worst option in Syria. Only a paid Atlantic or Council on Foreign Relations fool believes the west can install a BBC approved Syrian leader who uses all the right pronouns, a Syrian Michael Ignatieff, if you will*. These people are always looking for the next goddamn Boris Yeltsin, and how did that turn out?

We read through War Night's Australia story (still no title) once again. We think we've done all we can do to the story (other than come up with a title). This story is 10,000 words...and we just don't know. The story is...boring? We're considering axing it. [Isn't this just normal doom talk from you? You go through a, 'I can't believe how much this sucks' phase with most of the stuff you write-Ed]. It's possible. 

Let's review. In the Australia story we see an average family (extremely average, mid, the kids would say) in Adelaide going through an average Saturday as news of the 'American Crisis' gets worse and worse till the nukes start flying. Readers will see some real mundane stuff punctuated by news updates that drive tension. There's also a domestic dispute next door which needs resolution. Characters contemplate Australia's place in the post-American world. What would Australia need to do? Think about it. 

By the way, the tires weren't deflated and everything is fine aboard Mom Force-1. 

*What's that guy doing now? Blame Canada, indeed.