Good morning, Stroock's Books fellow travelers. As we write this the outdoor temperature is 3 degrees Freedom Units.
The moroseness has really set in here. It's a hard feeling to describe. It's like winter doldrums tinged with existential dread and pointless regret.
That gout attack yesterday really didn't help matters any. We just had a nagging ache in our back heel that never quite went away. We have a touch of gout this morning still. The overall effect is icky.
We're doing our best to keep busy.
[And a Happy effing Christmas to you too-Ed]
Thanks.
The Jets suck. The Giants suck more. John Mara can't go on like this and must fire the GM and coach. Mr. Mara knows this of course. But will he act? And who does he hire? We don't know.
The Eagles could've beaten the Redskins but didn't. Oh well, the Eagles had won 10 in a row and were due for a loss anyway.
One see's lots of joking about Trump and the Panama Canal. It's ours, he says. But we'd much rather build a new canal. Nicaragua is usually mentioned as a prime candidate. Also, we're far more intrigued by the idea of acquiring Greenland. Make Greenland a commonwealth like Puerto Rico. Make Greenland Great Again.*
We awoke once more to see a book sales spike. But once again the spike had nothing to do with our Substack efforts. We plugged The Austrian Painter yesterday. No takers. [You should be plugging World War 1990: Operation Arctic Storm every morning. Sell one book, ten sales will follow. 848 ratings, 4 + stars. -Ed].
*Greenland will be crucial for turning the Canadian flank in the upcoming War of Revenge.
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