or so it looked like for the billionaire boys in their varying degrees of discomfort seated behind The Masterful Lord Trump in a rather tawdry looking Rotunda last Monday…and if A.I. and

the new masters have their dipshit way[s] we’ll all be joining them soon.  Me, I’d rather opt out

and enjoy the dry dry winter at Wall Spring.

First trip of the year; time for the annual Removal of the Watercolors to make room for 2025’s,

take a last day’s run down to Parker Ranch’s south gate to make it an official address,

have a last look into the studio and the repo

and

Wednesday

three hours

to get out the gate, then down the roads,

and back to Cali.