Two weeks after Princess Orange crashed into me and hyperextended my knee, I'm back. Full disclosure, while I was on the ground clutching my knee, Orange was so distraught, possibly about hurting me, that I had to comfort her. It's so easy to forgive a dog, not always easy with people.

While hiking with the pack this morning, we came upon a tarantula hawk. I was stung in the neck by a hornet on this trail in June. And that was doable. So I was actually curious how painful this specimen's sting was. I, of course, didn't have the nerve to find out.

Orange digs Capitola Beach!

Orange experiencing joy at Capitola beach.

Orange has resolved the question of whether or not a dog has Buddha nature.

Evening stroll at Lake Chabot with the Queen.

Slow mo of Orange beating me up some stairs at Cataract Falls in the Marin Water Shed. For the record, Orange is 59 years younger than me, just saying.

Peaceful assembly in Hayward California today. No Kings!

In the same way you might be willing to smell a milk carton after someone asks you, "Does this smell bad?," I want to know what DJT smells like. Just a jacket, nothing too intense. I suppose he smells like bad cologne...

I'm pretty sure that if organizations would stop reporting about crashed planes less of them would crash and the problem would simply go away. Just like how it worked with Covid.

Orange and I looking at my wife with the same expression on our faces. There were a few pictures taken, just saying.

Though it sounds like something bad is happening when I do it, I have had a number of requests from my high school students to sing the warbley song from Wicked. I have leveraged this as a reward for solid work in class. So I figure I've got that going for me.

Orange wishes her Bluesky family peace, love, and joy for Christmas. And for the incoming administration, Psalm 109:8.

Greetings from Queen Orange!

If you say this is too soon, I will simply point out that the picture was taken on October 29th.

This is Orange, and this is our first post on Bluesky!