und blitzen

Breakfast: second cup of black and eight royal reds, shrimp for which’ve developed a taste. Beautiful, boiled, colored like, texture like, taste resembling lobster. Or at least my memory of lobster, need to resume my AmTrak daydream of returning to Maine. Maybe summer? Maybe. Maybe not.

Late blogging, raining out, slept late, brain slow roused to useful consciousness even with black and dark, and still so. This morning for the first time, TGBC email and my own were identical, generally differed somewhat from what I wrote for the email two or three weeks ago, but car wouldn’t start and brain in neutral. There are those who, with good reason, monitor my daily +Time+ blog to chart Bubba’s downslide into whatever’s down there, alligators, swamp demons and other dark things.

Friday: what? Political ugliness, a CinC who lacks the guts to face a man personally and fire him so resorts to social media, enjoys humiliating, threatening, intimidating. A bumbling, bleating, pompous, sub-human bully without a shred of human kindness, whose likes the world has often seen abusing positions of authority. Disgusting, repulsive, even dangerous. To the wall.

Streaks of lightning from the clouds into the Gulf beyond Shell Island. Thunder.

Patience. Another dawn tomorrow.

DThos+