In my oversized rocking chair under the ceiling fans on the back porch once again. The morning is cool enough, though, not really cool at all. It was quiet as well… then I was joined by my chatterbox of a granddaughter.

My two resident tree ducks just flew over headed south. I still haven’t been able to identify them. Dark bodies, orange legs and beaks, white bars on their wings… I’ll figure it out sometime. I think I’ll go get the Sibley’s and see what I can find. Back in a bit…

Well, I’m back and still no luck… I’ll figure it out sometime.

The cicadas are talking this morning. Along with the chitter chatter of the birds, it’s nice out for a few more minutes.

I have finally updated my writing to the WordPress block editor. I’m still not sure of the reasoning behind the change, but I can learn to live with it. Considering most if these posts come from my phone anyway, how I write them isn’t too relevant.

It’s now about six months till we decide who our President will be for the next four years. There’s also a very good chance that we will be choosing the length of time our democracy will last. One term of an autocratic regime we may be able to recover from… two… I feel may just be more than our institutions can handle and recover.

I still can’t wrap my head around how so many people think the president* is doing a great job. Even now… with so much evidence in front of them. I understand our “news” bubbles, but, when a hustler and a liar tells you everyone else is telling you a lie, shouldn’t you doubt his veracity? I didn’t realize there were so many people in America who could be sold the Brooklyn Bridge… over and over again. But, then again, that’s how Donald Trump makes his fortunes… or so he says.

Coffee’s gone, I’m heading in to see if they’ve burned down the country… or declared martial law. I feel the later has a greater likelihood of happening. May God save us from ourselves…