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Temp dropped below freezing last so the mud bog backyard of the last several days is under a frosty coat. Nice to not sink on my walk to The Shed to plug it in for its post-nighttime heating recharge. Little victories, little victories – which, speaking of, I'm continuing to celebrate yesterday's homemade record cabinet and subsequent recognition of what Lon's final form will be. Looks like I will, indeed, get to get him there later.

Haven't been writing or thinking much about politics here because, like the first go-round with King Tumor, everything is so on-the-surface horrible there's no meat on the bone to write about. I donate to where I can (recurring contribution to the ACLU) but am holding off any and all donations to Dems until they grow a pair and act like a fucking opposition party (AOC is doing great, but she can't do this alone forever) and not the kumbaya party of reconciliation and ass-ring-kissing. I mean, come on.

Were anyone on the Biden campaign to ask me – and they haven’t – how they should answer the “are you doing better now than four years ago” question, I’d proselytize building a site or daily newsletter that lays out exactly what was happening on this day four years ago every day until the election. Would be a far more beneficial use of my monthly campaign contribution than emails and texts from Joe and Jill and Kamala and Bill and Barack asking me for more money. Hell, I’ll buy them the site to do it. Hit me up.

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