We have a confused, idiotic drug addict, who wears sunglasses on TV to hide the fact that his eyes are wildly dilated, deciding how our government should work now because his boss is too incompetent to do the job himself.

Eight weeks today and I'm celebrating a small victory.

I can move my toes again. Not too much and not for long before the pain starts up, but it's a big improvement.

But oh, those are some scars. 😂 ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Thanks, Joe.

Those who sought to find a way through tangled partisan knots of federal level justice are breathing just a little easier.

The doctor who kept his cool through the US's COVID years, not to mention decades of service before that, is now safe from the vultures.

And Leonard Peltier!

On a whim, I chose to answer a call from a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello! You may qualify 100% for the cost of a loan to cover your funeral, burial, or cremation costs!"

To begin with, why was she so freaking chipper about that bit of information?

They call me Frau Fronkenfoot. 😜 I've got a new compression cast to go along with the swelling.

I'm barely into the second week of this. New cast to be put on tomorrow, which will give me the opportunity to see my foot's new hardware from the outside. Maybe. Maybe I'll just see skin and the x-rays. Regardless, another 5 - 6 weeks before I can touch the ground with it.

At last, it's become clear.

I don't have "clever plans" so much as a Frankensteinian patchwork of ill-conceived concepts fueled by a tempest of ASD/ADHD engine revving.

Why am I seeing so many Invalid Handle tags next to avatars and names? C'mon, good people. You can do this. It's like you don't *want* your friends to find you.