The song of a Carolina Wren rings out in welcome for this morning coffee muses.

Cardinals are answering the welcome with their own cheeps from all around.

It’s warm… it’s humid… it’s late August on the Texas Gulf Coast.

I should be thinking about mowing. But, the novelty of green grass at this point in the summer has me putting it off .another hot day.

Yesterday afternoons news feed was most interesting. Two more witches guilty. And still we climb up the chain of command. All these best people hired by this awesome deal maker, guilty of crimes against America. The truth will prevail in the end. And we will find out what was in those tax returns that he didn’t want anyone to see.

And, you know the sad part? His 35% base will still believe every lie he tells… every fabrication he posits… every alternative fact he spins… They even buy the “truth isn’t the truth” BS that Rudi Giuliani spotted on the Sunday shows.

Sad to say, way too many of my family and neighbors fall into that base…

Coffee’s gone… it’s hot enough to have my bald spot running in my eyes. Time to go in…