our animal friends

David now has a bear and a bobcat, and fewer chickens than before. Perished pet poultry plus peripatetic predators produces a pioneer perspective. As in a fervent desire to kill the buggers.

speaking of buggers, there was one hanging out in the kitchen doorway waiting for me when I got home tonight. It was a widder man, not a widder woman (smaller, no hourglass figure) - but a widder nonetheless. It makes you look at your clothes differently, & wish that see-through sleeves and legs were In, so you could determine who else was by visual rather than tactile means.

been working like a dog. would have something to say, maybe, but brain is dead, too tired, not enough sleep lately. recommendation - if you try Provigil, skip the caffeine that day, else you may be sorry late that night, and the next day.

Here. Go read Burke's crazy taxi piece -

What grips me is the sense that an extraordinary compound mistake is about to be made, the kind that shifts the forward motion of history onto a new track. It is like being a passenger in a car driven too quickly and erratically by someone who won’t listen to anyone else in the car. Even when you want to get to the same destination as the driver, you can’t help but feel that there’s a way to go there which doesn’t carry the same risk of flying through the guardrails and off a cliff.