The first word is a verb, the second a noun denoting, depending on your point of view, a lying orange clot of fecal matter, if that matters, or your personal “Saviour” and “President”. Pathetic, but extremely worrisome given that said “Saviour” is surrounded and abetted by a sea of shits seemingly dedicated to dismantling and destroying the country I live in to promote their [?] own special interests like the “Force Women* to Give Birth [whether they want to or not]” movement [“right to life” implies support for the poor little creatures once they’re out in the world, which they adamantly don’t]…up to and beyond dismantling and crippling the world’s most expensive military [see Tommy Turdberville as a prime suspect there]…or see the Jordanians for less spendy alternatives;

Of course Jordan doesn’t have a political system that allows some looney tunes legislators to decimate their military’s leadership or defund the entire government on a whim, either…

Meanwhile from here in the mountains we went down to Gardner and up along the plains to the warmth of Pueblo in what it turned out to be the wrong week for Linda’s dental appointment though on the plus side Los Girasoles now has a pork and avocado burrito and not bad at that…

after which we made it home to dogs and occasionally cooler climes.

Although not always

cooler, the climes, but

rain also intermittently came

and went along with a certain heat-induced lassitude such that no trips up the creek ensued.

Just the studio

and another afternoon of rain wherein an old guy could lie down on the couch and drift

away, way up in the mountains…

*[and girls]