(h/t Miss Cellania). A couple of items weirder than normal, and ghastly, too. Our life scenario seems to be edging in a general direction for a horrible situation-event to explode (even worse than right now),…
The entire T-Rump operation is one of lying and double-blabber (Raw Story): Story at Mediaite this evening: During Wednesday’s White House press briefing, Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany was confronted over comments she made weeks ago…
Dog-walking again today, Leroy and I on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. We’re getting up earlier, so the trips are much cooler, and for some reason, seemed to be a lot brighter. Pretty…
Breezy and bright this early-afternoon Wednesday in California’s Central Valley. There’s some big clouds and along with the wind, keeping the temperature down. At least in the shade. Backyard blogging again, getting to be habitual…
Bat-shit crazy times, huh? And this from the LA Times this morning: Scientists have identified a new strain of the coronavirus that has become dominant worldwide and appears to be more contagious than the versions…
Early-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, and the heat is already heating. A breeze does keep it down a bit, but only so much can be done. In the backyard again, and still nice…
Breezy and warm just after the noon-hour Monday here in California’s Central Valley. According to WeatherUnderground, we’re a bit under 80-degrees right now, supposedly climbing to 85 later today — a hot week with maybe…
Again this morning, Leroy and I on our venture via the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. A quiet, earlier walk with few people and a certain cool to the air that would be absent…
Sunday early-afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. In the backyard again, blogging to outside sounds while being outside. Realism insinuated as normal. (My plague portal, or just my laptop). A most-horrible note of this pandemic…
Saturday afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. Pleasant day overall, breezy and not bad. Considering. Blogging in the backyard again. Outside has become a habit, a quiet influence over a mental-screaming exasperation for our dour-looking…