but hey, we won’t go there here…a deluge of it all around [and around and around] out there in the Delusional World of Fuckeds News*.  Here we’ve the winter damp, darn damp but

always variations on the Theme of Piling to anchor things,

Christmas Distributions to document as well

as sidewalks,

more pilings, 46 degrees

and drippy when we went to Vallejo where sunshine threatened.  Two hours later it was 45

degrees and still dripping back in Benicia.  I stayed in the rest of the day, conked out on the couch while reading “Miles”, probably due to the Covid and flu shots [sorry, Bobby] I had while waiting for Linda’s wrist appointment that morning…and the morning after more of the same,

grey days’ gradations, more distributions [we’ll see how many survive Saturday’s Parade]

then a quick run in the Tun’ to the Big O, still trying to get the overly sensitive low tire light

to quiet down, which seemed, most likely, due to the spare…always good to know but, y’know,

an annoyance nonetheless and cold, for here anyway; wind blowing down the delta all day,

still blowing Saturday when we went out ahead of said Christmas Parade, the somewhat

pathetic end of which we caught after breakfast.  People did seem to be having fun, or trying to.

*Thanks to which even the worst of OLD’s shenanigans still have a remarkable 36% approval rating [!].