jhetley

Met up with Ms. Sasha on my rounds, at her neighbor's front walk again. But I did not have her undivided attention. She was staring at something in the shrubbery, and kept checking even when getting her required attention. Don't know if it was another cat, a woodchuck, or even a skunk. Or an invader from the seventh dimension. Never saw it.

I would, once again, want to see the record of stock trading of anyone in or near power during the last several months. One man's whim has so much impact . . .

Flower Moon rising.