This was my desk last week. I adapt as best I can.

Flashback to 2007 currently. Hunkering down for power loss. La Niña always means ice for the Ozarks. And it’s always about 20 years apart. 1986. 2007. 2025.

I mean she’s the same performative bad theater kid who did this. I’m not surprised. All fake and bullshit.

39 looks pretty good.

It’s Tucker and Pickle Pie’s 5th birthday. Pickles was given to me as a Christmas gift from my goddaughters. Mainly because they were born a day before my birthday. So today they’re 5 tomorrow I’m 39.

What Christianity taught me: “What good does it do, if someone claims to have faith but does not prove it with actions? This kind of faith cannot save him, can it not? Faith, by itself, if it does not prove itself with actions, is dead.” James 2:14, 17. Listen to the words, believe the actions.

Ive lost enough weight that the amount of waist I can gather in my biggest pair of pants makes a 12 in long pants penis which officially makes me more manly as any of these alpha males.

Green string because call I wear is black pants and I have so many similar pair…

So… I’m over here now. Here’s a picture of the moon from my evening walk earlier this week