Sorry for the protracted silence. The carpet was worse than we expected, so we engaged in a quixotic adventure to rip all or it out and zinzer.
Now on the way back to Colorado, to get that house ready for sale in two weeks (or less if we can,) while leaving people installing flooring under local friends’ supervision.
I’m so tired I could fall on my face, but not so tired that I missed the fall of Afghanistan, a needless non-forced error. We could have left without leaving hostages, and without burning our own flags, to avoid them falling into enemy hands. The last days of deranged regimes tell you what their real priorities are: ours are burning American flags, giving weapons to terrorists and leaving our hostages in enemy hands. Duly noted. Remember that when time comes to deal with the Junta.
Something changed with that fall, something material. I don’t know what. But the mood in the country is different. It’s not quite 9/11 level, but there is a sense of vital outrage. I think people who’ve never paid attention are now awake and watching.
May G-d have mercy on our souls. And may we get to sell the old house, and complete this move in safety. Yes, it’s selfish. I’m a selfish being.
There is a sense of a grinder heading towards us, perhaps one that will mill very finely indeed.
Once again, make safe what can be made safe. Get you and yours to a safe place.
This is your warning: Sauve qui peut.
And keep your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark.
More on the flip side.