Back in country, re-time zoning, getting reacquainted with my luggage which arrived home one day after I did, having missed the entirety of the German leg of the trip, and I’m just going to get right down to it and screed. 
No preamble. No messing about. Continue reading
As the summer of 2026 wraps up, if you haven’t concluded that the climate crisis is fully upon us, here and now, then you’ve placed yourself firmly into the denialist camp with the crackpots and resource extraction execs. Continue reading
We’re sitting quietly, Cecil and I, our breakfast long since finished. The usual, give or take, leaning more standard fare today, I’d say. Eggs, bacon, the home fries, toast, whole wheat in a vain nod to our health. 
No exotic venturing this morning, bowls and such. No sides of guacamole. Continue reading