So many questions, so many unknown unknowns as to what the Degenerate Oligarchs of Greed

and Excess will pull off now that they’ve gotten ahold of all our money and control where it goes [hint; not to maintaining this country’s standing and influence] and Elon’s out to sue

anyone who refuses to advertise on X, which probably means everyone.  Pony up, peeps! Each day similar, each day unlike any other and too much coup for me to track...others do it

 much better. Harvey Mudd, though less frequent, can be pretty good too. I’ll leave it to them,

as for myself keep an eye on the actual weather

and go back to work, bit by little bit. One hopeful thing to happen [down here on a micro level]

was a foot massage which brought some much needed if small relief as another week began.

We also belatedly began our winter surveillance of 80 over the hill; despite appearances [obviously somebody screwed up going down the other side] the snow is barely there – mixed with rain all week even at the summit. Speaking of summits the one the next day between

the felonious slumlord and genocidal war criminal did make it look like a good time to get in on

whatever Mediterranean properties might soon be offered up on X.  Money to be made!

That was later in the day, though; morning we made it around the block during a let up in the

storm [actual raining storm, not the metaphoric international shitstorm] but afternoon’s run

to PT in Vallejo was another story…

Wednesday the sun came out and no reason to despair, however, because as Senator Chuck

recently told the Times “We are picking the most important fights and lying down on the train tracks on those fights”…like hey Mr. Schumer, if you think that train’s gonna stop just because

you’re lying there or that you can even begin to roll back what one South African billionaire autistic and a few hackers have accomplished in a weekend you and everyone else that ever had faith in the “rule of law” had best reconsider because that shit obviously no longer works.

In other news I probably finally bent ol’ “Bent at Three Forks” into an acceptable state…

So “Train hundred and two/Is on the wrong track/And headed for you”…well actually it’s already roared past; Casey Jones was high on cocaine, remember? Go lie on those tracks all ya want, schmuck.