Hopefully we can make it through the week without another Trumpian shitstorm

disrupting the peace of our understated January weather…but in a week promising

“Impeachment, The Sequel!” as well as cascading revelations regarding Police and even

Congressional Complicity in Trump’s failed putsch that seems unlikely.

Down at the harbor yet another plastic cabin cruiser ran up another of those lingerie-esque “Trump” banners [not shown and, in fairness, pretty much every boat there is a plastic cabin

cruiser] but despite their fondest delusions I’m hoping we won’t be seeing a parade of white

pearlescent gold-trimmed Escalades on Pennsylvannia Avenue to celebrate the Reinstallment of the Great Leader next week.  They’re trying as hard as they can, the Escaladians and plastic boatpeople, to make it happen, however, and as Mr. Pence [“Mike” to his friends and Mom] declined to go against the Don[ald] who put out a hit on him just last week that leaves the legislative branch to Bring the Fuckwit Down.  Most inconvenient and, as any Rebel Repuppetlican will tell you, “divisive”.  Excuse me but…”divisive”? Like putting metal detectors in the Capitol, say, though apparently all Texans and most Rebel Repuppetlicans reserve the right to walk around them as their policeman friends stand helplessly [or encouragingly] aside.

By midday, some days, the fog parts for parties in the yard…California drought-January which

segues into afternoon’s wintry light; unrelentingly dry.

Mornings, fog…but no precip and

unrelentingly uneasy.

By midweek we were warming towards record temperatures, the only upside being that with

so little rain previously or in the forecast there’ll be less fuel for the early and inevitable Fire

Season. Meanwhile the Rebel Alliance, well-armed and deluded, will be storming the offices of their local governments across the land, hoping to eliminate all Government so the Escalade crew can move in and impose their long-awaited Dictatorship of Christian Wingnuts. What they’ll gain in that bargain is mysterious, but the Lord Moves in Mysterious Ways. 

And t’night He’s gonna use your Cadillac Escalade with the gold trim, bubba.