…tramples on, eliminating, like the autistically programmed AI it is, everything in its path with no regard for nuance or consequence….If I wanted to be more alarmed I could go back to following All Things Repeated on National Propaganda Radio or, conversely, be ecstatically reassured

that everything’s all right [until noticing that all that red state funding from blue states’ taxes has been rerouted to Kleptocracy Direct] by hanging on every ‘fairly balanced’ word from Fuckeds News…but, naah…I’ll just continue with whatever disasters seep in over the over the transom 

and, now that the tiny car distributions have finally played out, continue with

the usual rounds,

rain

or shine…The weekend

brought a flurry of Social Events; first Mary and Judy Friday night with first hand news

from the front lines of their respective fields [the contraction of higher pubic education; drastic reduction of women’s reproductive care…all as seen on the news but close to them personally]

and wine, a now-rare indulgence for me though the Very Next Day it was bubbles

[not shown] for lunch with Patsy and Jon and John and Eva…a good long afternoon with the California/Colorado crew catching up on art and ailments and all the rest…very fine.

Sunday was another bright blue one which, being StuporBowl, was blissfully calm

and quiet down along the waterfront.

All the while spring was presaging mightily

as we began another week with a morning visit from Bryan who stopped off on his way back

from Dental at Travis with tales of other times…and ambitious future travel plans [Puglia, Bastogne, Kilimanjaro].  After that it was time to take down “Bent at Three Forks” and wrap it up for sending home to Woodside…

Bye de bye…