Whither on a Wednesday

As we write this morning the temp is zero degrees, that's American, not European. The air is still. The snow on the ground is white and frozen. The eastern sky glows yellow/white. A lone deer lays beneath one of the trees in the back yard. The effect is quite serene, pretty even. The scene kind of feels like Borodin's On the Steppes of Central Asia. [Look at you, referencing classical music-Ed] We know, right?

A major storm is coming Sunday and Monday, they say. 

Our right pinky toe still bothers, as does the lower foot and calf. This will certainly be a third day with no gym time. We grit our teeth in frustration. Every day we don't go to the gym we grow weaker while our enemies grow stronger. 

Baaaah! We swipe at the air and drink our grog. This is the first winter where we feel old. Never quite warm. Never quite comfortable. 

We feel little but ennui [There's that word again-Ed] for our Substack efforts. Meh, time to pack it in?

Hot Air tells us: 'CNN Allows Claim That President Was Part of 'Global Sex Trafficking Ring' Until Scott Jennings Challenges'...You know, we like to say we come from a journalistic background. One can hear echoes of said background on this blog. From time to time we make some pretty outrageous claims here. These claims are usually so outrageous as to become farcical, 'It will surprise no one that a large portion of this blog's readership are young women.' We once claimed to be getting inside info on the Q-Anon movement from a source we called Qbi-Wan. If there's any doubt, we post a disclaimer, 'It's possible that the preceding is not 100 percent accurate.'....but you can't say shit like that.