There Will Be Posts

There have been adventures. 

There have been hugs. 

There have been delicious meals. 

All of this has photographic evidence residing in my phone.  Unfortunately,  Blogger turns my photos sideways. 

We are not really that weird.  It's the app, I promise.  While I could list the places we've gone and the foods we've eaten,  without the photos it's too boring for even the most devoted of denizens to read. 

So,  I will borrow a laptop tomorrow morning and begin, once again, to type.  For now,  though,  let's revel in the absurdity that is running our country.

FFOTUS says Russia wants Ukraine to succeed. The fact that Zelensky kept a straight face as this nonsense was a tribute to his acting chops. 

The Epstein files were redacted with see-through black marker. Apparently,  you can save them as a document and the redactions disappear.  They aren't just corrupt,  they are incompetent, too.

Even if you didn't enjoy your Christmas,  FFOTUS liked his less.  There must've been no one to talk to.  Went else would there be 200 some tweets?

The Kennedy Center's lineup for 2026 looks incredibly bare.  Hamilton,  the Jazz Showcase, dozens of artists - they've all found something better to do with their time than wait in line to walk under the faux named doors. 

And within those doors will be seats with marble armrests. There's a reason FFOTUS can brag that it's never been done before.  It's a dumb idea.

Next week tens of thousands of Americans, unable to afford health insurance, will once again be showing up in the Emergency Room with preventable illnesses and the common cold.

I hope that the most vulnerable of them aren't sitting next to a kid with measles in the waiting room.