Pound Head Here

I’ve been working ungodly hours and dealing with a combination of crises and celebrations. Tonight I’m celebrating plunking my fat ass on the sofa and doing as close as possible to nuttin’. Photo above is of my youngest son and our youngest grandchild, his baby girl, taken this weekend. The exposure isn’t the best, but…

At times I feel guilty for not writing more. Today isn’t one of those days. Apart from the shit-show in the nation’s capital (and Capitol), I’m just down in general. The last straw wasn’t major, but it was enough. Actually, it wasn’t even just one last straw – several of them hit me at once….

Now that we bought the house and are finally seeing the light at the end of the sewer (more about that later), I’m posting what I couldn’t on FB. Because while FB allows Neo-Nazis and other protected discussions, I’m not sure how well they’d tolerate R-Rated Muppets. But I figured if you’re reading here, you’re…