Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th falls on a Friday this month, so I figured I'd write something here. I know I said I was going to do this more than once a month, but right now, my life is so boring, I have nothing to say. The one thing we did manage to do was drag my parents to the Sweet Blossom Alpaca Farm Open House. We figured we would be out there with maybe a dozen other people, but when we got there, we were greeted by about 50 cars and at least 100 people with a steady line coming in behind us. Debbie Pettis, one of the owners, had talked to so many people by the time we got there she was losing her voice. I had no chance at getting close to the animals with my walker, but Debbie managed to fight her way up to the fence and met Envy:

We are trying to arrange something with a smaller group in January or February. We'll see.

Part of the problem trying to plan anything is my health. Without going into a great amount of detail, it ain't good, and seems to be getting worse. I face-planted in a parking lot yesterday and would probably still be laying there if a young dude hadn't run over and picked me up and set me back on my feet. Oh to be 20 again.... Right now, I'm camped on the recliner with a bottle of ibuprofen and my warm bankie with no plans of moving for the next 24 hours. After that, we'll have to do a thorough damage assessment and see what I need to do next.

I'd like to write something about the insanity in DC, but all I can think of to say is GAHHHHHH! It's bad enough that the Hillary cabal destroyed the Democratic party, but now they seem determined to destroy the basic institutions of democracy. I wonder if any of these dopes have read a history book and have any clue as to what they are stirring up?

As the late Jerry Pournelle frequently said, "Ye flipping gods."