Here’s a switch, Cynthia! Good morning from St. Augustine Beach! 7am, from the Guy Harvey.

I’ve never known what to call it, but I’ve been there. Time is sort of suspended, and muscle memory becomes mantra.
It’s a form of meditation.

Spending a little time in my 2nd office today.

My driveway:

Spotted on the side of the road on a rainy day. Comedy in dark times:
“Financing Available - 100 Days Same As Cash.” 😂🤣🤣

Jo, there’s an imposter following me who’s taken your identity. Reporting.

My daughter, High Priestess of The Beach.

Ours are really sweet! Banana Rum bread is a specialty at our house.

We didn’t “lose” anything. We deliberately severed data sharing from three highly advanced satellites because the dumbfucks currently running the country refuse to accept science. Pure Idiocracy.

Happy Anniversary!! We celebrated our 30th on May 20, standing in the same spot where we took our vows!

Beautiful! Reminds me of my daughter’s work!

30 years ago today, we were as delighted with each other as we are today. Happy anniversary, my bride. Let’s have more of the same.

I cannot imagine any POTUS, living or dead, who would have put out a message as petty and thin-skinned as this. Especially in the face of all the flaming disasters he’s created; destroying our economy, taking our rights…but this is his biggest concern.
What an ass.

I had that day earmarked to cover my car in Post-It squares.

We lost most everything when our house flooded during Hurricane Helene, including my decades-old custom drum kit. Here’s my days-old replacement! Played yesterday for the first time since September 26! Pretty, ain’t they?

Mr. “Go fuck yourself in the face” would like you to stay in the room for more “free speech.”

This is Harvey Lake, PA. No alps. Why post this nonsense?